Lion Head Mesa and there's a storm that's raging

his large ears were focused forward. he listened with intent, sopping up every syllable. piecing together the story.

she and she both were leaders, of a pack maegi's family made. then there were earthquakes. mother nature took something from its offspring. loss.

and that was long ago. long enough that there was exhilaration to be reunited. to be wounded to have their time together cut so short.

she had so much more right to feel grief than he.

and with that thought, the blankness of his state passed. gucci felt that hot sting behind the eyes, and tried for a moment to hold it back. but it didn't work. the mazoi turned into a dark blur, and the chihuahua bent his head, breathing gradually descending into heaving and sobbing.

"y- you." he gasped, feeling knowing that his outburst would only worsen. "guh- give- g-give me ya name. ah, ah jes', ah je's need- nedd'a..." he couldn't finish.

with a bent head, the chihuahua gracelessly wept.