Emberwood I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

gun's humour was simple, so her laughter was roaring.

"don't shell yourshelf short, lil' red!" the mastiff thrust her hip at the leggier young thing. "if ya got any angrier, he 'ould'e 'ishtook you hor a hisshed ohh horcuhine!" 

the thought got her cackling more, spraying long strings of spittle.

after it, gun shook out her fur and chain. "hooo, hoy."

"let'sh go." she gestured with her shoulder back to camp. "i need to teach how hroherly mark your shtuhh."