Phoenix Maplewood i reckon not, ms grimshaw

crouched licking jaws tail wagging- the mastiff felt some ancestral neurons fire off in the back of her brain.

gun had made herself flat, hidden by low-reaching branches, and so when the doe leapt into the forest for escape, all the dog needed do was jump up.

and bite.

( albeit these days dulled in favor of pet appeal, dogue de bordeaux still possess one of the most powerful bites amongst the dog breeds, up there with the german and bully breeds. and gun, with a backyard breeder pedigree, boasted a particularly nasty set of jaws that many a manly pair of hands had struggled in vain to pry open, even before the rest of her body caught up to the size of her head. )

the doe was so thick with fear, it kept trying to run. stumbling trough the pine needles, tripping over the big thing latched onto its neck, trying in futility to lift its head high enough for the predator to slide off.

and gun, smiling around its jugular, thought she made quite a handsome necklace.