Nimbus Summit Nukadlik

hazel eyes stared at the wolf, the mastiff stiff and unmoving until the animal took another step forward, at which moment she rose, foxmeat in maw, posture unmistakable hostile, defensive.

when he spoke, an ugly half-smile pushed her remaining flew up.

diesel had become aware of the impediment to her speech, and knew that with a mouth full of still-seeping flesh her garbled speech would be truly incomprehensible. 

so, she decided language was for pussies.

the dog raised one hind leg and, without breaking eye contact with the male, unleashed a stream of steaming piss onto the snow.

in canine language, this would be considered a middle finger, combined with pissing on a stranger's doorstep.

with a flick of her tail and a wet sound that was almost a laugh, the bitch made a sharp turn and ran away.