Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

family or friends?

gun grinned to herself. tar-snout and lil' red and clucker were none of than, yet much more. and the gang in total weren't the sorta people good, simple lamb-diddlers like johnny-boy went looking for.

which gave her an idea.

heh, actually. the mastiff lightly dragged a paw through the snow, playing up girly shyness despite having the mannerism of a logging accident.

ah heard there 'ere, uh, gangshters, around. like, shtraight uhh rotten guysh. you heard anything? she looked at him with her wettest puppy eyes.