Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

diesel was just passing by, minding her own damn business, when she saw the avenging freight train of death charging her way.

she's come for me again, was her initial shell-shocked reaction, until a very important detail about the huge, butch wolfwoman got processed.

no pink. no scarred flesh nose to tailtip. this wasn't scarface.

instantly, the bitch shifted mood. she stood her ground and began barking at the wolf like it were a mailman come from hell to deliver repentance to the wrong address.