Lion Head Mesa tin

gucci wore an odd red pelt and a necklet that smelled of hide. a round piece of something that shone dangled from the leather loop, and the thing itself was etched with odd markings. he smelled of the mesa as well as many other things that tavina could not place.

it was his odd face which delighted her so much. he was another unwolf, like nala had been. secretly she wondered where the other canine had ended up. maybe one day it would be inside akashingo, she had seemed curious enough.

"crowfeather has moved rooms. something about him actually being a prince." she arched her brow and grinned. "i guess you're going with him." no one had told her differently in regards to gucci following the injured boy.

"do you want me to show you?" she was a wolf but in the royal hierarchy, his place was above hers. he did not serve the pharaoh nor the mazoi. 

it seemed for the present that his job was only to occupy crowfeather.