Redsand Canyon ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby

sorry for the holdup, had an eventful day +
 different timezones ¯\_(⊙_ʖ⊙)_/¯

diesel strutted into the den of the licenseless veterinarian, feigning casualness by craning her head to look at the various herbs hung and placed along the walls, smacking her lips, ruined side facing away from the doctor.

"nn, not a 'ad crih, though it could 'ee--" whatever she was to say was lost the moment her head turned to look at the mysterious wife.

diesel recognised her.

black tea, she mouthed, but never said. albeit, the appealing build the wolfess had months ago was ruined by the heavy swell of her belly. whatever. the little writhing things within would be out soon enough, judging by how they stretched out their mother now.

the mastiff ambled over to the furs, where she seated herself as gracefully as her build would permit. as iceboy introduced her, she put on her most pleasant smile, relying on the natural droop of her brows to add softness to the expression. 

she knew to act gentle around pretty things such as she.

after the man departed, diesel dipped her head. "i h'oh ieeh not chausing trou'le." jesus fucking christ how she hated scarface in that moment. "i shee you're 'eety 'ar along."