Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

oh no. oh no he would not.

now she was enraged, past being able to articulate the reason why. gun watched his tail flit past her eyes, tempting her.

but for his new wrong? not a good enough target. 

so, she dove after him, under his tail, and bit.

whether that would be the inside of his thigh, or maybe a shriveled, coward's testicle, or empty fucking air as he made her eat dust, it wouldn't matter to the bitch. either way, she would snarl, maybe trough a mouthful of flesh, maybe not;

"-ERE ISH SHE?!"