Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

gun yanked her head out, small pile of snow still atop her near-concave snout. the mastiff sneezed - slimy nosegunk shooting out her nostrils, right at the feet of-

gun borfed again, tumbling backward and onto her rear. 

shit! her frantic eyes swung over the stranger, materialized from - she'd swear to god - her runaway snot.

...hhhhhack. panic left her in a deep exhale. holy shit, dude, hhere'd ya cohh hhrom?