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

gun laughed like a truck engine. chuckling still, she dipped her head back, letting the river ply away the days of grime from her coat. with a sigh she dug her feet into the mud, grainy dirt replaced by cool, riverbottom mush between her toes. birds sung like a radio tuned to a familiar station. shifting canopies lulled her to rest. mmm... bliss!

the growl from behind put a stop to it. gun looked over her shoulder to see a wolfess, tail-up, on what she'd assumed was the other bank. occupied, eh?

red was the quicker-witted one - downside of their buddyship, yeah. least gun could do was try being cruder. she'd started giggling, brain factory assembling a joke related to something else being up that ass, when a voice made her freeze.

not 'shock' freeze. more like a computer program crashing to desktop.

she rotated in the water, until she faced the ugliest motherfucker she'd ever laid eyes on. an absolute tic breeding ground. hundred and forty pounds of whooped ass and fatherlessness. life's very own chew toy.

TARSHNOUT! gun barked and immediately began paddling for the man with the force of an experienced kayaking team. 

he best be wise and quick on his feet, for her intent was to smother him with her soaking wet self and then finish the job by licking the skin off his face.

HOTHERHUCKER, HO' HROUGHT YOU HROM THE GRA'E?!