Redsand Canyon backstreet's back alright

amazing how quickly things could go tits up.

at once there was another wolf, some old bat howling like a trumpeteer, and then there came dear old shitface looking as disgusted as ever (she had to admit, she loved that) and then there was another and then teeth flashed white and her former barrackmates lunged at her throat.

well, so much for a warm welcome.

there was a moment where fear and memory seized her and it was what allowed kallik to come too close. his teeth caught the chain collar about her neck, the damned thing finally showing some use, and diesel jerked back and into the bearlike glaukos. she twisted, now both lips curled to defend herself (and she would enjoy spreading her spit over his stupid fucking snout) when a voice commanding so much respect that jesus himself would stand at attention cut trough the racket.

it was the boss.

some part of her wished to show the same old defiance and rowdiness she had back when those whose piss hers mixed with didn't try to tear her innards out, but even her dull wit had its edges. she was at once rigid in her whole body, because enemy fangs were still awfully near her, but her head and tail were bent at a slight angle, hazel eyes staring at the imperator from the slick goo of her whites.

he wished to know who tore her a new one. 

she would tell him.

"shame cunt who did ee in the hirst time." she spat. "big ayt eetch. oolfess. all shcars. had hoyfriend eeth her thish taim."

diesel's head lowered further. "ash for hai i left..." and then came the lie she had been constructing over the past few weeks, and it was an awful taxing job. "... hvell, a girl hash her yearly time." she managed a sleazy smirk.