Lion Head Mesa Hear them mumblin' low

“Oh come now, you tell me no part has entertained the idea?” His eyes widen.

“My, what a saint you are,” he grins, perching his paws atop the low mantle of the canine’s keep.

“This foreign Aunt perhaps deserves a visit from one of our own,” he muses. “If there’s a game to be played, why not Akashingo take the first move?” His muzzle tips.

"Very well, Master Dog. You will hear from me."