No, she's not part dragon XD I'm just clever ;)

"Go bring us back a sack of potatoes" he said Cleo breathed, using her upper body strength to pull herself over some large carts. "Why don't you leave your guns with us?" he said Paws taking the force of her drop, Cleo stood up straight and looked into the distance. "You're going to do the mission drunk?!" she asked. The Capo Cane took another swig of her moonshine and smirked. Doesn't anyone know me at all?
Guard dogs in sight, Cleo squatted behind an old building and planned her escape. She raised the moonshine and analyzed how much she had left, the bottle gleaming in the moonlight. Perfect She woofed. She slinked around the buildings and easily found the potatoes she had to recover. She quietly slung the sack over her shoulder and looked down at the trail she was leaving for the unsuspecting guard dogs. She forcefully rolled the rest of the bottle across the alley, the precious content creating a wet line in the dirt. She heard the rustle of the guard dogs on their way to check out the distraction and calmly walked into the middle of their path, lighter in hand and sack of potatoes on the ground beside her.
The Kangal exclaimed something and they were approaching faster and faster. The Capo Cane did not budge. Crazy bitch, did you think you'd get away? Cleo just barked a drunken guffaw. I think it's YOU that should be concerned about getting away! she shouted. With nonchalance, the lifted the lighter and breathed. The guard dogs, that were formerly in hot pursuit, attempted to skid to a halt as alcohol-fueled flames shot from her maw. A second later, the lighter met ground and the trail she had leaked ignited. A string of curses escaped the guard dogs and Cleo picked up her sack and quickly fleeted while they were still confused.
And why would we want you in our pack? he asked The capo laughed If only they'd have come along to see it for themselves

Art and story © Becc@ Petersen
Cleo's design and breed © CapoKing on DeviantArt