Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

was like facing off against a mad alley cat, the way the skinny one went at her again and again, gun meeting teeth with as broad a cut of her meat as needed to prevent a proper bite. still, the nicks, the nibbles, the combat hickeys piled up and the bitch was now dotted with growing red spots. the goddamn bubonic plague on her pelt.

when she was forced onto her back, one dark head got past gun's kicking hindleg, and she felt a full mouth stab into her thigh, the attacker pining her down with a part of his weight.

shit shit shit, she knew the maneuver would be followed up by a snipe at the throat, and the mastiff twisted best she could to protect the underside of the neck, not hoping for the repeat miracle of her chain blocking the strike.

twin said in discord there ain't a postin order from here on out, so imma try and respond quick as i can!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ