Walkin' around singing the blues in bright red Jimmy Choos

umg i cant decide what font i want for warthog ;_;

Her teeth caught flesh, and she flew into a frenzy of anger and excitement. Bracing her muscled hindlegs, Warthog used the thick strength through her shoulders and forelegs to tear at the limb within her maw — however, almost as quickly as she sought to grind her teeth into the bone, the wolf had wrenched away, leaving the Rottweiler bereft, possessed only of scraps of fur and flesh, and the hot metal of blood.

"bitch," she rasped, paws gripping the earth to hurtle her juggernaut body after her prey, the ironically soft brown of her gaze now darkened with fury, and with hunger.