Blackfoot Forest [m] what does the fox say?

the wolfie blurred in her vision, but gun could see it was gray, small and leggy. didn't even catch onto the defensiveness until she spoke, and gun halted, halfway there.

gun's brains cooked as she vacantly stared at the gnashers on display. then, she replied with her own - grinnin'.

eeeeashy, doll. i ain't gonna hurt'cha. the mastiff stretched her forelegs until she plopped down on her belly, tail idly beating the ground.

shee? harhhlesh.