Rising Sun Valley Another day, another destiny

she wilted a bit. like a flower made of meat and old, saggy skin.

well, his loss, wasn't it? her good looks weren't exactly up for grabs! where else could a wolf find such delectable folds and womanly musk?

gun fixed her posture and walked by brownbear with raised tail and lifted head. the onomatopoeia for "hmph!" personified.

her paw was on the meat when she paused again, this time to look at him over her shoulder.

shtill, ihh you e'er need thish shervice. another wiggle of meaty flanks. ashk around hhor gun. and a spicier wink.

the bitch ripped her share off the bone. she'd eat it a good distance from this pack and their sexy sentries.