Two Rivers Isle i'm like a shot of adrenaline [m]ixed with some ritalin

ihh cohin. muttered the heavier of the two, yawning and smacking her jowls.

gun trudged behind her companion - indra the red, the brat, the kid, her roving street sister - bovine where the younger was a bouncin' doe. she came to stand next to the other, still annoyed junior was taller than her at the shoulders. 

the view wasn't to pluck your eyes out, so it was fine enough for the wrinkled dog. she rolled her gaze over the isle, but it stuck to the water. cool, sprinting river. and, well, her drool had all dried up...

with a booming bark, gun jumped into the river like a canonball. she dove under and resurfaced, tongue lolling out the ruined half of her mouth.

get in red! the mastiff threw her head back and spat water like a sprinkler. coolsh the mushclesh!