Lion Head Mesa dying for pie

a sheepish smile crawls onto her face as her large ears come to splay out in a goofy manner. and tuna must fight off the flush of heat she feels on her cheeks at the compliment.

"mah wish is t'ah make the, uh," she had to think to remember what hem had just called her, "dee-viiine queen happy, in however she needs me." tuna was signing her life away, but it was better than being lonely and starving in those wilds, not to mention this young lady before her did not seem to hold any bad blood against coyotes.

actually, when she thinks about it, no one had given tuna dirty looks since coming here, which was a big change.