Lion Head Mesa [ wp ] lost in love

"oh! a returnin' customer!" gucci yap-laughed, and plopped down onto his own fuzzy rump. "ah m, jest th' mou-oussst delight'd! between, uh, me n you..." he dragged his seated self over to the side of the wolfess, leaned in and whispered conspirationally. 

"ah don' gah out much. not 't night naawt 't day. ne'e'er. but THIS!" he suddenly yapped, throwing his forelegs up to encompass the mingling currently occurring. "e'ery scent o' e'ery kind, n all 'ere in mah mesa! all a' th' wilds come together fer our king'n'his queen! outstandin'!" the nobleman barked with laughter, swaying around his axis.

it became a coughing fit, punctuated by giggles.

"oh... oh! lady teya!" his grinning face whipped around to face her, his batty ears needing a moment to do the same. "you, your kid, a daughter, yeah? how she likin' it 'ere? fellahin givin' 'er th' meal berries?"