Phoenix Maplewood don't start with [m]e

it was the most goddamn joy she'd felt in months. gun was still howling as tarsnout sent them both rolling over the litterfall.

and when she realized the new compromising position he'd put them in, the mastiff, assuming intent, felt flattered. she set her wide paws up on his ribcage, looking down at him as if he were a snack.

and, goddamn, he kind of was.

"you hanna get thish rodeo shtarted?" gun rumbled, licking her chops.