Redsand Canyon backstreet's back alright

it took her a day to muster the metaphorical balls to approach.

well, more like twenty, as this was the plan ever since the scar-faced cunt tore her face up. it was just that, well, if mereo really kept to their soldiering shtick...
 
then they wouldn't think too fondly of deserters.

diesel came to the western lip of the canyon. while it would be an impossible thing to hope for, she was a bit peeved her piss marks weren't around. she smelled her former brothers-in-fangs, though, the stone-faced kull... no. kill...? ka.. kaha... ka-ha-lik... @Kallik... koklik, who desperately needed someone to hop on his dick so he'd feel enough heat to melt his dumb fucking ice cool demeanor... and shitface, too. (@Glaukos) 

there were others, as well, and the mastiff wondered if they'd be as cute as sweet little sugar cream (@Malila) was.

she let out a barking howl. there was no need to convey any message with it. not like they'd soon forget the hottest piece of meat that ever walked between those redstone walls.