Sky Mesa Your choice of companion

The headache was chased away. With a firm press to his skull he released himself, moving his head back to the water. His ears tilted towards the little woman. He felt infinitely better. With the likelihood he was going to find himself in a sand filled graved drastically reduced, he had enough headspace to feel annoyed again. 

Pisser. An ounce of his ego returning. Swiping his tongue across his muzzle, he heaved himself to his paws. With a wince that he soon hid beneath a furrowed brow, he placed his paws upon the stone she perched upon. His gaze hardened as he was now eye level with her. Did she not hear him thank her? His tail lashed as a sour smile crossed his face. 

If I give you my name, would you still insist on degrading me so? His paws ached. Hot, cracked, and swollen, he was sure that they had been burned. It kept him civil. I do believe I have already given you my thanks. He watched as her tail wagged. How pleased with herself she must have been.