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tuna was not expecting to see the tiny and plump nobleman calling to her.

in gruesome times, tuna had seem little creatures like himself snatched away and eaten up. some become lost in the desert, others were lured out when game was rare and well, most of the time she was told any dog that wasn't coyote or wolf wasn't very smart in comparison.

but tuna had enough grace to hold back unsavory words, as she finds comfort in that similar drawl of his. tuna had set aside her little trinkets for the others before meandering towards the little gucci, a curious look in her eyes. "never tew busy fer yew, mah lord," tuna says warmly as she does her best to view his gaze respectfully, "how can ah help yew?"