Lion Head Mesa I said, 'He wasn't in a cave,' but there was no stoppin'

the little man was a tad shaken, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of his mandatory walk along the long hallways of the mesa. legs, no matter how short, needed their exercise, and he could stand to lose some weight.

his dogtag went tink tink tink.

the chihuahua rounded a corner, and stopped. it was a stranger standing there. one of the outpost, he quickly realised. and there was the scent of the priests nearby.

so, he was relatively safe.

after a steadying breath the neb walked up to the young man, smile brightening his features.

"g'evenin', soldier!" he greeted as he approached. "hope your duties ain't keepin' ya too busy to enjoy the mesa."