Emberwood I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

gun's idea of 'setting up camp' consisted of a few simple things.

1. picking a spot where nobody's ladyballs would freeze off: ✔.
   
2. digging herself and lil' red a cozy little sleeping den: ✔.
   
3. proudly pissing at regular intervals around the area: in progress.
   

it was with her leg raised against a tree for feminist reasons, that she spotted which exact way her buddy had gone. 

shaking off the excess, gun went after the tracks. snorfing deep every few steps, until she had to start plowing trough the snow, the mastiff grew irritated that the girl had ignored her educated advice on perimeter security. if you piss on it, it's yours.

when red got into view, easy to spot against the backdrop, gun's maws parted for a woof. 

she saw the man, and that stilled her quick enough.

the brute was no tactical genius. no master of social arts, that's for sure, but she saw the hackles, the tails, heard the snarled words, and it was reason enough to fire off some warning shots.

baying like a rottie, gun barreled downhill, aiming to scare off the stranger.

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