Blackfoot Forest [m] what does the fox say?

she hadn't had the sharpest peepers, nor speediest brains, so what happened was that gun bulleted past the wolf with her mind wholly on the racing white tailtip.

it was maybe a hundred feet later that gun realized there'd been a wolf.

by that point, the vixen proved her partner did a piss-poor job, as her legs still served her well, and she outran the wheezing mastiff. gun lumbered to a stop and leaned against a tree to catch her breath.

right. wolf.

she turned with the elegance of a lump of clay and stumbled her way back. her tongue dangled out the ruined side of her muzzle, dripping with foamy saliva.

you sheen that? she panted/shouted at the other as she approached, tail wagging at thighs-level. hhackersh ish hhast!