Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

teeth thurst froward to catch the fat, punctuated wrinkle on her throat, and diesel moved back, snarling in reply, but feeling the jaws grab her flesh and let go, as a threat. she backed off, putting the big man between she and the redhead.

diesel remembered too well what happened last time she tangoed with two angry wolves at once. not that she thought big guy would attack, but the rusted gears of her thoughts were turning, turning...

"you're shome kinda hoss here, eh?" the mastiff licked her chops. "ya know that chick ain't the only 'ne he knocked ah?" 

diesel slid her head under his chest, wrinkles curving into a smirk.

"we're hractically hamily."