Seaside Moors it will come back

The dark pup was hard to keep track of when he was drenched from his nose to his tail with mud and slopping it all over the place. Regin was visibly bothered by his lack of respect for her cleanliness and peace of mind.
 
Val dove toward her, seemingly fired up. Gin took a glob of mud to her chest and throat as she snarled threateningly and aimed three very rapid shots at his muzzle. The glint of her youthful fangs was the only further warning he would receive. They were both still young enough that a fully intentional bite of that caliber would be a painful experience. This was what she hoped, at least.