Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

"In lieu of recent events" it said, all proper spoken, and Diesel's nose suddenly stopped slacking. Now that the olfaction had begun to sort out the smells, she realised there was an accent of blood to the wolf's scent. Some of those scars looked fresh, too.

Well damn, guess it was her lucky day after all.

The mastiff smirked, pushing up her jowls. She began walking away and around the wolf, intending to make a wide circle around it.

"Naee-rah, eh? That a chick name?" She grinned, baring yellow teeth and further wrinkling her flat face. The wolf might have a pack, but it was way away from it right now. In a wounded state, it was less of a threat. Thus, the fawn bitch felt confident enough to test her luck, see how far she could push this interaction. "Who roughed you up, Scarface? You return the favour?"