Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Circling the wolf allowed her to take a better look at it, see the many scars ruining its pristine white fur. "Shredded Cheese" seemed like it would have been a better nickname for the canine. What kind of life did these fuckers lead out here in the wilds?

"Oooh you a tough one." Diesel teased as she came around, although one eyelid twitched in annoyance. Not worthy. Yeah, not worthy of smelling the farts coming out its ass. Who did this fleabag think it was?

Then the wolf turned around and made as if to leave. Ohoho, did it get tired? Did blood rush to its legs? Did it need to go back home to wolf-mommy and wolf-daddy? Might as well have tucked its tail, for Diesel read this action as cowardice. 

She grinned and trotted up to the side of the retreating wolf, now feeling daring enough to come closer to the gigantic canine.

"Hey hey Scarface, why the rush? You got somewhere to be?"