Lion Head Mesa The harder you pull, the tighter the rope.

his batty ears turned to the sound of tavina. his head lifted from the ground and faced the healer.

"aaah, miss tavinah." her name was stretched like taffy in his mouth. "oh now that'd be jus' th' most splendorous offer!" he turned in full. his
tail flagged at the invitation; the sweetener did its job. he liked pups very much.

still, he remained in the same spot, his head tilted to one side. "jus', ehm... what were ya doin' 'ere? ah thought nawbody came so deep down..." with his hindleg he kicked at the scent trail. his brows furrowed slightly. "well, 'spect some fell-a-heen, it seems." perhaps the areas his unassuming size gave him access to weren't as unexplored as he thought?