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Gucci was stunned.

"No humans...?" He looked away from the landscape and at the stray (for what else could he be, despite all his finery and charm?) standing beside him "But then who-" Feeds y'all? Grooms y'all? Bathes y'a? Walks y'all? Pets y'all?

His question did not get to be voiced, interrupted by the entry of another wholly queenly creature.

This one moved with a natural grace on strong legs. She had a coat so grey it almost had a blue iridescence to it. When she looked at him, Gucci saw her eyes of deepest ocean blue, and features and lines of the face that gave him a pleasing sense of familiarity.

When she spoke, with what he read as both shock and disgust, he was himself a bit surprised.

Alright, if they were strays, then it made sense for them to be unfamiliar with the kinds of breeds that don't usually survive on the streets or out in the wilds. He chose not to be offended by this.

When Ramesses introduced him, Gucci dipped his head and lightly swayed his tail, his dog tag tinkling. He thought not to say anything, understanding that his acceptance into the hospitality of this group hinged on whether the blue beauty - the supposed "queen" of this prick-eared lot - would take to him or not, but still he just had to speak.

"Ahm charmed by your mere presence, your majesty." He said in his drawl, his posture still politely submissive, playing along with the courtly theme. "Av seen many dogs bred for beauty, but none compare to the hue o' your fur or the blue o' your eyes."