Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

her man, her rebar-legged heat-stiffler, came galloping. her intact wrinkles curved into a smile.
 
first she sniffed and prodded back. again, no words from him. looked to her like she'd need to talk for both again, when a whuff interrupted. 

diesel cocked her head to see a rotund, pale thing greeting them. the wolf left quickly, belly and pheasant swaying. diesel raised a brow.

back to her man.

"shight 'or shore eyesh." she dragged her cheek up the side of his neck, parting to look up and smile at his face. "that re'indsh 'ee," she gestured with a shoulder towards where fatty went. "you know 'hat ha'ensh 'en a 'an and 'o'an like each other 'eeery 'uch?"