Rising Sun Valley nothing you idiots doctor dre's dead

maybe there was 'bout one hundred things trying to breach her skull, but gun had shut that gate sometime before birth and hadn't ever thought to lift it. her brain felt only the puffed steam of strong emotions, and they misted the ol' thinker to sightlessness.

"shit." the mastiff breathed, looking somewhere off to the side. her eyes fell to the scattered backbones. 

she punted one into the bushes with a frontleg.

"coushin-huckin' hotherfuckers. 'ere could they go?" again she looked to red, as if the girl had just invented doxxing.

"caushe ih it'sh the hountainsh-" her paw pointed at the sunspires. "i ain't hollo'in!" gun spat.