Lion Head Mesa lyre

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He accompanied the dark boy wherever he could, yapping enthusiastically at his stalwart progress. The chihuahua himself couldn't be of much physical aid, so he opted to be the moral support instead.

When the Pharaoh announced himself, Gucci scurried to fix his appearance, which had turned unruly over the weeks without human care. Now he smelled of the Mesa and it's inhabitants, but especially of Crowfeather.

The toy male dipped his tail and head when Ramesses entered. He stood, politely silent, as the royal spoke of marriage. Still, the increasing velocity at which his tail wagged showed he wouldn't be silent for long.

A wife for dear, sullen Crowfeather! Just what he'd need to cheer himself up! The concept of monogamy was still strange to the diminutive man, but it promised a companion who'd be closer to his charge than Gucci himself could ever be. What joyous news!

He eyed the youngest. Would he be as elated by these news as the dog was?