Otatso Wetlands Fisher's bite

the chuff wasn't even enough to fully turn her head. one of gun's eyes bulged to the whites as she looked over her shoulder, seeing a large blur of a canine just standing there.

oooh. a suitor.

the mastiff's mouth opened for her tongue - and strings of drool - to fall out, as she rolled onto her back, revealing her belly bristling with nipples.

well hellooo, ranger, gun loudly licked up the drool before letting her tongue hang out. come 'ere ohhten?