Northstar Vale All for nothing.

It was the most frigid of mornings, powdery snow crunching beneath her paws as the mastiff made her way trough the vale. Her recovery was going excellent, and the newly-named auxilia was pleased with herself.

Just a bit more and she won't have to deal with those cocksuckers any longer.

Her breath turned to warm mist. She was out and away from the Canyon at this hour because she had spent the previous day exploring around the base of the mountain northwest of it. Last thing she needed was for her precious muscles to rot away due to stagnation.

There was a tree. Diesel thought that it would be the right time to turn back, but first her bladder needed release. She put her leg up against its trunk and got to pissing, when a sudden noise up above had her fumbling and the stream misfiring onto her hind legs. 

The mastiff cussed fiercely and snarled up at the boughs, when she observed a white shape depart from them and land on the ground, hastily hobbling over to a hollow log.

After kicking her legs as to rid them of some of the urine, she walked over to the log. Thinking to enact her revenge upon the bird which made her piss herself, the bitch slammed her side into its hiding spot. "Come out, cum-clucker!" She roared. "Imma make sausages outta you!"