Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

none. nothing. hhuck.

gun's paw raised to tousle her ears, the way a woman might scratch at her neck. was the gang still all the way in the wetlands? made sense. @Colt probably took over the isle, beat some sense into the lead bitch. currently ruled there with a hoe on each side of his bone throne. definitely.

gun couldn't imagine an alternative.

briefly unfocused, her eyes scampered back toward johnny-boy. the mastiff chewed her lip - the lip she had left - and weighted her options.

the scale was broken.

ooh, it'sh nothing. she waved a paw. jusht tryna, uh, get the lay o' the land. current hholitics, y'know?

gun hopped onto her fours.

'ell, hhanchy 'eeting you, johnny-hhoy, 'ut i gotsh to go. got work to do. as if attempting to convey some hidden meaning she herself was oblivious to, gun winked at the guy.