Silver Moraine like a wild fox

the bitch snickered when he admitted that no, he'd never seen someone like her before. she'd need to teach him that anatomically, they're pretty fucking similar despite it.

he took another step, and diesel rolled onto her belly. there was an ugly grin splitting her face.

"a 'hite, shcar'ached cunt." the expression persisted even as she spat. "-ig, 'uilt like a truck, not that you kno' 'hat that ish. got 'ee thice."

"shee the neck?" the wrinkles there flapped, the chain collar bounced, rusted links not concealing the wide scar beneath. "that 'ash the 'irsht ti- tih-- hany 'onths 'ack. she threw 'ee a 'elcome harty. thish 'ash her giht." the mastiff put a paw to her flesh necklace, then raised it to gesture at the missing fold above her right brow. "thish too. 'oth got inhected. 'ash 'etty 'ad."

"shecond 'ash a cou- coh-- two 'onths ago. a'bushed 'ee, real har hram here." her head pointed at the sunspires. "she and her 'oytoy. 'other'uckersh." diesel paused. "hhhhatherhhhackersh." her forehead scrunched. couldn't even say her favourite cursewords out loud. 

"hack." 

"any'aysh, tore ohh 'y lih. the end."