Phoenix Maplewood i reckon not, ms grimshaw

her eyes were all over the women. 

the older was of that sturdy, small sort, near the mastiff's size. real looker, nice in the face, if a bit plain in fur.

other was more interesting. redhead with a white ear. taller, but there was something stirringly adolescent about her.

it took a few moments to unlatched her gaze when tar-snout got to talking.

gun licked her chops in lieu of responding. she was a shit hunter, but could take down anything of size. speaking of...

"anyone uh hor a grouhie?" she smiled with an open mouth at the three - a wrinkle twitching when reddie got near the male - tongue lolling out the ruined side. "there'sh deer here. hig onesh."