Redsand Canyon better than to let it fester

The molossoid gave a serious nod, then a broad smile of acted-up relief. "Phew. And here I thought you'd be needing me to provide the next generation, or some shit like that." It was the exact phrase used by two of the previous dog groups she mingled with, and obviously quickly left when it became apparent the members were looking for a little more than a casual fling.

She watched the old led chew the herbs into a paste, muzzle only slightly more wrinkled than usual. Jesus, that must taste awful. Dogs and wolves were no goats to savor the flavor of pungent grasses.

Once the medicine was prepared, Diesel bent her head back. "My brow's bad, but do the neck first, that one I think the chain might've irritated."

cannot apologize enough for my slowness, we can wrap it up here