Lion Head Mesa silver

chihuahuas are a breed notorious for the full-body shaking they tend to fall victim to for a laundry list of reasons, chief among them cold, excitement, hypoglycemia and, yes, - tremendous fear.

gucci looked as if he'd recently licked an electric socket; uncharacteristically unkept, and shivering with each step. he kept so close to the redstone walls he dragged his side along them. his dark eyes were rimmed by bloodshot whites, and the lack of pep in his step had finally quieted his noisy collar.

his gaze was distant, unfocused, and so it was that he didn't even see the sesh until her slender black legs came into view.

he reacted by instantly throwing his head back, spine curved and tail tucked. just a day ago he would've leapt away as if hit, but deep exhaustion made him almost accepting of death's sweet embrace.

but no, it was just tavina. dear, miss tavina.

"oh. ah- um -apologies." his attempt at a laugh came out a choked sound. "a-ah thought fo' sure y'was... uh... nevah'mind." 

he shook his head, which was enough to make him stumble like a drunkard, forward towards the sesh's legs.

"who-wee, guess sleep's still got a hold on lil' ol' me!" the smile on the neb's muzzle was as tired as he.