Lion Head Mesa thirty-fourth

-the pressure in this room, of this talk, it weighted on his skull! the top of it, where it was soft. gucci raised a paw to his muzzle, as if to pinch the bridge of it.

's awful. awfulmost. he muttered, ineffectively massaging his forehead. 

he, who had never stepped paw past otter creek, who had in his mind exalted akashingo so high up his Ma's beachfront property faded in comfort from memory, had not one reason to doubt the barbarousness out in the deep wilds. child-thieves, man-witches. he'd buy it all, but by gawd did he not believe the price was right!

his paw dropped.

a strong ak-ah-sheen-goh would nawt need spill one drop a'blood. ours. ours. when our toothed show in force, them who's weak-filled 'n' impious should run o' their own reason.

again, a sigh. the headache did not subside.

if we can crush 'em- if they's so weak our wolves 'n' 'yotes won't be weakened in days tah come-.

again.

ah have tah agree wi' our erpa-ha.

he dragged his lips into a grin.

's time tah move.