Silver Moraine like a wild fox

( bad fucking dumbass dipshit muzzle no air just snot and drool fuck shit fuck )

she followed him all the way out the dry riverbank or whatever this dusty (  dust dust in her jowls little bits of sands crunching between her teeth fuck fuck this retarded face build  ) ravine was, but once she rolled her great self over onto higher ground, her airways were more drool than air.

choking and coughing, wheezing and once farting, the mastiff ended up toppling down to her belly, limbs splayed as coughs wracked her body.

it took her a while to calm, but once she did - she began laugh.

blood seeped from her scars in tiny, but potent rivulets. the kid left her with nothing new, just refreshed what a better woman already made. thing was; diesel was sure, she was the first to let the little shit feel proper jaw and teeth.

still snorting with amusement, the mastiff shifted herself into a more comfy position (there was some shade here) and decided to rest, feeling that deep-seated had been sated for the day.

she did not, and would not, notice how beneath her tail, blood dripped in dark, pungent drops.

tysssssm <333 always happy to make more enemies for my awful horrible girl