Walkin' around singing the blues in bright red Jimmy Choos

almost! her mind screeched, but the impetus of her charge carried her in a sailing movement past the wolf, into the water beyond. Despite her bulk, Warthog whirled gracefully, only to stumble upon on her over-extended and injured leg. Staggering, she fought for balance as pain exploded in her flesh, licking tongues of volatile fire. With a grunt, the Rottweiler recovered, and in the next moment she was striking against for the gossamer wisp of fur and flesh.

Resentment was behind the snap of her teeth, the large block of her muzzle seizing wildly for whatever part of the hated creature she could reach; to live in the wilds was her birthright, though she had not asked for it, and the wildness of the beast she sought to kill assaulted her with derision.