Lion Head Mesa [mp] no weenies allowed!

Hm! Oooo-kay, I'll try, a nervous bellow comes from a hollow chest as she shuffles closer on twiggy limbs. She is ginger with her approach, chickening out once, twice, three times before she finally lands a grip on tawny wire-haired scruff. Her first attempt is much too light — Tuna had slipped right from between her jaws!
Shit, oh, no, I'm so sorry, blink, blink. Okay, Jendayi, you can do this. Deep breaths, deep breaths!
Dark brow furrows. Attempt number two; this time, teeth burst into skin much too harshly. Oh, she'd surely leave a bruise, but that was better than Tuna dying of heat stroke while trapped in a nasty shrub, right? A good yank is given, a determined growl rippling high-pitched from her throat. Man, ye'r weally shtuck!