Lion Head Mesa what a grand and intoxicating innocence

gucci grinned.

ah gat naw idea. 

n'yet! the little noble hopped to his paws. he shook out his coat, surrendering patches of unshed winter fur to the wind. 

when all'a this war business's wrapped up neat wi' a bow, he placed a dainty paw on akhtar's svelte leg, looking up at him with the same grin. ah'll come t'ya.

...well. someone else'll come. in mah stead. he winked. 

the chihuahua danced away for the stairwell.

praise gawd 'n' all'at, hem akhtar! gucci said with a yip, then dove in.