Felltree Marsh a bucket and a [m]op

she looked at him unamused from the mucky ground, and wondered if he just burped at her.

"-ell." with a swing she rolled herself to the side, and with a couple slips got onto her feet.

she craned and cracked her neck, looking at the giant trough one half-lided eye. measuring him in base ways.

then turned fully to face him, tail now wagging, relaxed smirk obvious on her good side.

"not huch hor 'ords, eh?" the mastiff inhaled deeply, taking in his swampy manly wolfmusk, then boldly dragged her muddy self under him, just behind his frontlegs, and out to the other side. "i 'ike that in a guy."

the fact that he smelled of others, she decided, wasn't relevant now.