Sunbeam Lair But I don't read those things anymore

A soft "fuck" was breathed by the dog, turning into a warm mist quickly torn to nothing by the wind. Every geographically valuable inch of the land seemed to be claimed by these prick-eared pricks. Still, she wasn't about to prolong her journey by avoiding the wolf territory. A blurry idea formed in her feverish mind.

She sized up the canine before her. He - she was pretty sure it was a he - stood taller than she, as every adult of his kind seemed to. His coat was pallid gray, and she envied the thickness of it, but did note the powerful musculature beneath it. Absentmindedly, she flexed her own muscles, which had begun to thin from lack of nourishment, but her breed's genetics refused to let them shrivel so easily. 

Most notably, he seemed well-fed and cared for. Scents of others mingled in his fur, assuring her that it was his pack that claimed the land ahead. 

Yes, the idea had thicker outlines now.

She did note how he looked at her, the icyness not shrouding the familiarity of the gaze. Her jowls were pushed up by a smile. "What, never seen a bitch like me before, huh?" She teased, somehow managing to wag her meaty tail.