Phoenix Maplewood i reckon not, ms grimshaw

"hell, ih you inshisht~" gun cackled, pretty damn proud of herself. 

lil' red came in as gun was tearing into the flank, pulling a long strip of flesh. when their eyes met, the mastiff wiggled her brows at the girl. sure seemed like between the other chick - fuck, what was her name? - and ol' tar-snout, lil' red could use a more balancing, butch presence in her environment.

in fact, when gun tore off that slice, she tossed it over to the ginger she-wolf.

"eat!" she barked, sitting herself down into the gore-mucky pinetrash. "need'a get sho' 'eat on thoshe hones!" gun guffawed, before herself getting into the meat.