Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

with his rank and size came a lofty position - meaning it as literally as it could be.

respectably near the dais, neb gucci got to plant his considerable behind on a cleaned branch, gnarled and dried so he could slot into a bifurcation what so neatly curled about him as he leaned into it. it elevated him a head above most surrounding canine-kind, and he so enjoyed being gawked at.

still, he kept his back straight and attentions rapt when the ceremonies proper were underway. he was quite good at faking interest.

only the end of the wedding did get him to mutter, into his chest-fluff; ah give 'em five months. tops.