Luneshale Pass at the serpent's behest

her head whipped around, ears flopping, mouth still chewing. eyes narrowed at the other canine up on the ridge, sun at his back. gun took a protective step over the fresh kill, unsure if the other would try to steal it.

the bitch didn't speak for a long while - tail high and ass facing the stranger, eye contact unbroken over her shoulder - until she'd chewed and swallowed the vein completely.

then, she yelled up:

hhat?!

fuck her if she was going deaf or dumb which she already was, but gun was pretty sure the other was speaking gibberish. on high alert, the brute awkwardly hopped - yes, looking at him all the while - until she'd rotated halfway and now no longer needed to strain her neck, both legs over the still-bleeding vixen.

i ain't sharing! came her gruff bark. her eyes started to water from having to squint the sun's way, but stubbornness and ignorance to the concept of permanent retina damage kept her staring. she thought it made her intimidating.