Lion Head Mesa Day 2 of "Searching for Dad"

oh wait it was working. he sort of readied himself for failure. gucci wiped the taken-abackness from his face.

"a- alright son, let's git t it!" he hurried after the pup, dogtag making its sounds.

"hm. naw, cold, nawt that way." he would say if the prince headed into other areas of the mesa.

"hawt! hawt!" he'd excitedly yap if the boy was successfully being herded back to his mother's chambers.

the sooner he could wash his whiskers off this menace, the better.