Bonesplinter Ravine You've been out all night

small bones and other bits of scavenger junk long ago parted from their meat crunched beneath the mastiff's lumbering pawsteps.

a figure of earthly reds stood starkly against the pure white backdrop.

diesel paused. on her best days she could throw herself teeth first into any trouble, but poor hunting and a long journey wore her down into limp placidity.

a rough bark, repeated tenfold by the ravine's acoustics, announced the flat-faced bitch's presence.