Shadowwyn Moor been on the low lately the feds hate me

"damn right." 

gun began walking in a tight, tight circle, widening the holes her legs had made until they were a single, large one. the mastiff then half-sat, making sure her bum didn't touch the cold, wet, grass-mush.

"y'know, all thingsh conshidered, 'e hit it hig ti'e, lil' red." head canted and tongue loling, she grinned at the taller female. "hood, shelter, got our nailsh did... ol' nagshter hon't ha'e a thing to hold againsht ush."