Redsand Canyon Rolói

i apologize so, so much for all her words and inner thought

"Yeah, fuck away, cunt! Fuck off! Never come back unless ya want your tail showed up your asshole!" She barked at the fox, its white-tipped tail vanishing behind a rock. 

As the sounds of a panicked retreat faded away, Diesel's scowl melted off and shifted into a self-satisfied half-grin.

The mastiff felt quite pleased with herself. Her muscles were growing back to their former size and strength, and with them came her long-lost intimidation factor. No doubt bitches would soon be throwing themselves at her for just a crumb of that good, good butch pussy.

Well, alright, not bitches - Wolfville had yet to import any besides she. How things were looking she'd soon need to broaden her standards, unless she planned to go celibate, and why do that when there's good enough wolf cock right around the corner?

Literally. Diesel rounded a corner and saw a male so red he nearly blended in with the canyon. He smelled Mereo-ish, therefor he was fair game (not that she'd avoid testing her charms on outsiders).

The molossoid approached her target with swagger and high held tail. "Well hell-o Chilli~!" She drawled. "You come here often?" A sensual string of drool hung from her jowls.