Emberwood i cry a lot, but i am so productive - it's an art

her eyelids drooped low, and gun was, honestly, almost asleep on her legs from the humidity. when the words reached under her earfolds, the mastiff made a sound like waking up from a nap - a sputter, a snort, a mumble and a-

oh. pretty woman.

gun stared dumbly for a moment, before her face slowly morphed into a big, open-mouthed smile.



hhell, hello there! her meaty tail wagged. i'hh jusht, y'know, on a hhalk... enjoying the, hheather... hhishtling.

she repeated the sound.

in some attempt to look casual and suave, gun leaned against a nearby tree trunk and crossed her legs.

hhatcha, uh, hhatcha doin' 'ere, shcar-eye?

there was a brief pang of concern that she was talking to someone from the mountain pack but gun strangled that thought real quick. pretty woman trumps all.