Lion Head Mesa because of you

gucci was still looking baffled, even as the woman explained herself. as she spoke, however, her words chipped away at his bewilderment until he was made to face the reality he was so rudely thrust into by tavina's reveal.

these were not dogs. they were a completely different species, with different instincts, society and culture. among them gucci, with his size, was no fellow canine. he was something small and frail and deformed, and it would make every bit of sense that he'd be perceived as prey (and was surprised he hadn't already been).

however, he had not, at any point, prepare for the possibility of being mistaken for a puppy. 

good lawd in heaven, what has mah life come to?

he realised he'd been staring rather blankly at the she-wolf while he was getting his thoughts in order. he shook his head, as if to kick-start his manners.

the neb gave her a smile.

"aah, no offense taken, missus!" he waved the confusion away with a coy flick of the wrist. "but if ya think o' me as a pup you'd be surprised t' see how lil' mah kind is at birth. ya could fit newborn me on top o' your paw!" his smile vanished a second as he looked back down at her deformity. it was upon his lips again when he looked up, albeit somewhat stiff and awkward. "um, the good one, that is."