Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

She was dismissed, and granted a smidge of mercy. The dog did not reply, but instead gave the Boss a curt nod and a grunted out half-word that could be either gratitude or a mumbled complaint. 

Once the Imperator departed, the click of his wolfish claws against stone fading down the canyon's throat, Diesel all but collapsed. She plonked down onto her ass, slowly slid her front legs forward until she laid down, then set her large head between them.

A long, drawn out exhale made her feel as if she were deflating, for the second time that morning. 

"Fuck. Shit. Fuck." The mastiff muttered into her jowls. 

Things... things had not gone how she expected them to. She felt filthy and weak and no different from a sniveling puppy. It took her quite a bit to remind herself that she didn't have a choice. It was either Mereo, or death. 

She was stupid, not brave; she knew what fate awaited her out in the snow. That, however, did not matter when it came to her ego. She was still made to feel emasculated and frail.

"Fuck."