Lion Head Mesa ductile

first he was shakily nodding. yes, yes ceremony. but no! she were sensitive about the topic of spirituality, and what if she took offense to that? but oh-

he wouldn't be able to ask her.

it was that thought as, much as a single word from his friend's mouth, that froze him.

the children.

but oh!

gucci carefully gathered his limbs closer to himself, feathered tail curling about them.

"...ah... ah don'..." his teeth clenched. the chihuahua's frame bent. "ah can't..."

now he was bending further, until his belly touched the floor and his paws weakly flexed just a touch away from his contorted expression.

"tavina." his voice cracked. "they was almost mah own!"

he covered his face, else the sobs escape him.