Redsand Canyon alveus

Thanks to the wondrous healing salves of Lady Hen, Diesel's infection was a distant nightmare, and strength had begun to pump back into her muscles with each day spent out and away from the den.

Somehow, she had taken up to patrolling the borders, not because she consciously understood that she was doing so, but because she needed to stretch her legs and smell something other than the canyon air. This way the dog had already chased away a coyote creeping up from the north, and it felt good to run trough the snow and feel the wind whip her wrinkles as something small, pathetic and vaguely canine ran ahead with a tucked tail.

And there was also the training done with Boss-o. Not all of it was the same shit as that first exercise, but strangely enough, once she was no longer in her weakened state, it started to feel good too. Something about going to bed all sore and hurting and waking up the next day... still sore and hurting, but also knowing the pain was building up to something.

Today, she had gotten up with the Sun to go strut along the canyon's northern lip, just daring something to come and thread upon the borders she had taken to marking (and how strange her scent was, among all that he-wolf piss). It was a rumble in her stomach, not the quaking of starvation but a healthy reminder that time for feeding had come, that had her retreating into the canyon to look around for something to munch on.

It was a leg of ferret she was cracking in her jaws when the Boss called for her, and she pranced out, still crunching the bone. Present were Bad Cop and the one she had decided to christen Shitface, as he hadn't provided a name (not that it would have prevented her from coining him a new one). She nodded at the Imperator and winked at the bear boy in a most salacious manner, before following along.

Whatever it was they were doing today, it would for sure be a riot.