Redsand Canyon something bad about to happen

FORGIVE ME

the bitch was, for her part, unaware of the happenings within mereo, of the voting currently underway to determine her fate within the pack, and of a conversation between two healers perplexed by her state.

the not-mother had found an outcropping of red rock and laid upon it, paws sticking out over the edge, small waterfall of drool dripping down the side as she snored and snorted trough her flattened muzzle.

in her dreams she was chasing car tires and biting jehovah's witnesses. the man who, supposedly, assaulted her, was almost completely forgotten.

and when it came to the lie of her pregnancy, well, she was considering mauling a fawn and passing off its innards for mushed up stillbirth. if only she weren't such an awful huntress...