Lion Head Mesa because of you

"yea yea." the small mad nodded, erratic, completely aware of his and maggie's inability to conduct a search and rescue operation. "w-w've should, we should tell someone like the pharaoh 'bout this, ah mean these- these are his lands 'fter all he'll know what to do he must know oh lawd oh lawd-" 

with surprising haste the neb took off towards the mesa, speedwalking, yet conscious of the other canine's disability.

the white wolfess asked him something that gucci, currently trapped in the perpetual roundabout of his apocalyptic thoughts, nearly missed.

"huh? oh. oh! w-we'll ya see, ah, uh we-" a shaky inhale and steady exhale managed to fix his jumbled speech, and he continued much slower. "ah had come t' 'shingo when mistah crawfetha was much worse in health than ya've seen. the pharaoh, he told me t' go be companion n keeper t' the young man, which ah did, n it was no difficult occupation, 'cause crawfetha's jes' the most pleasantest conversation partnah ah could've asked for. such, such a gentle soul, an absolute dear." the memory of him brought with it a smile.

then, the chihuahua was back to panicking.

"oh but how could he make it out there in them woods o' plains there ain't nothin' he could use t' tend his wound oh what if-" and unless interrupted, this would continue until they came to the palace.

within the halls, gucci, breathless, little pink tongue dangling, turned to maggie. "please, miss, mah voice ain't 'nough, call someone t' 'ere, quick!"