(Now, then?)
"How's it going, Merit?" A white she wolf with a rather large revolving rifle slung across her back, was walking toward them. Once she was closer, he could see that her eyes were silver, and she was fairly attractive, albeit in a predatory way. She had a revolver on her hip, and was dressed in black pants and a white shirt with black boots. "Not too good, it would seem, since you asked for my help..."