Redsand Canyon something bad about to happen

with a snort, the dog was awake. eyes rolled to see what had disturbed her beauty sleep, and saw some aged thing of thin features but tall ears speaking. her brain needing a moment to process what that dainty muzzle had just said, but once it did, diesel, of course, suspected nothing.

with a yawn, the molossus stretched in a way that made her back pop like a bag of sour candy. after bending her neck to each side with enough force for it to make two satisfying cracks, the bitch descended from her raised bed.

"-ai hregnanhcy?" she yawned again, now before the two women. "uh, sure. sure." smacking her lips, the dog raised a hindleg. "ins'ect all y' hant, ladies." she said with a drowzy smirk.

then, she yawned again.