Redsand Canyon better than to let it fester

"Yeah, that sounds 'bout right." Mumbled the mastiff, finding the the term "mates" to be something much more befitting their kind. It didn't imply the wholly incomprehensible rituals and ceremonies associated with human marriage, just two dudes who liked to fuck each other on the regular. 

At least that was about as much as the dog, whose own father jumped a fence to access her mother in heat and then left without a trace, could understand of the sacred bonds of mateship.

Diesel nodded, when this Roo-something-she-already-forgot explained that she was not equal in rank to their Boss, but her eyes squinted slightly. "Y'know, I always thought it was a, uhh, cop-you-late-ing pair that led a wolf pack." She licked her floppy upper lip, sucking it into her mouth and then lightly chewing on it. "You gonna, uh, hav' babies? When your time comes?" If her time could come. The hen seemed a tad weathered for babymaking. Could her legs even hold a man?

Watery hazel eyes went to the herbs by the older female's feet, and again her eyes squinted, now mistrustfully, although she had to admit this was somewhat familiar. "...And that's gonna make me healthy?" The dog raised her brow at the she-wolf. "How you gonna, I mean, how you gonna make the medicine? Just..." Diesel made motions on the ground as if kneading something. "Just gonna do it with your paws?" The term "unsanitary" was nowhere near her vocabulary but the insistence of humans upon cleanliness had some effect on the bitch.