Sunbeam Lair But I don't read those things anymore

Goddamn man, do I fucking look like I cared to remember? The mastiff ground her teeth. The Bad Cop shtick only works when you've got a Good Cop too, you prick.

It took so much energy not to speak her mind, that when she finally parted her lips she thought she'd cuss out him, his pack and each individual twat that shot them out.

"Some fancy name, some Sah-feek or something." She muttered instead. "Dunno, wasn't at my best then."

If thunder rolled now, she'd have assumed God was applauding her self-control.

And the interrogation continued.

"What, can't a dog pick her place to die?" She'd have contested his raised brow with her own, but the missing chunk above it barred that from happening. "Seriously though, mister, I'm tougher than I reek. I was looking for a place to curl up for a few days, maybe find something to eat, just long enough to fight this." She lifted her chin as to briefly show the gashes in the skin left by the white giantess. "Will make a nice scar when it heals, I'll tell you that."