Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

It was not a physically demanding exercise, not for she of powerful jaws and bulkiness, but its recurrence wore her down. By the third trip her nape was a aching and the muscles of her jaws hurt, strained by the weight they were forced to hold and carry.

Still, it took another seven trips for her to finally reach the point of being incapable of continuing, her muscles in agony. 

Diesel let the branch she just tried to raise drop, having felt the sharp pain of a temporalis incapable of holding it aloft. She moved her lower jaw and felt it pop in and out of place. The mastiff snorted, frustrated by her own weakness.

She turned her head to the Boss.

i guess we could wrap this up soon?