Lion Head Mesa I'm so tired, sitting here waiting

"ahh. soldiers, guardswomen or other, all's the same kinda worry n burden."

gucci yawned. the exhaustion had been chipping away at him for days. he let himself lean against the wall, and looked up at the mazoi, smile made pleasant by sleepless lack of care.

"say, this'll be a question blunt as rock t' th' noggin, but wha' was it that made ya come t' akashingo, when there's other in the mountains n coast n valley?"

did wolves have some sort of... sixth sense that guided them to strong packs or something? he'd like to know if akashingo was about to crumble beneath his feet.