Serpent Lake alloy

about a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, then none at all. in the blissful emptiness of his mind the revelation had time to develop into understanding. as this happened, he stared blankly ahead, trough tavina and beyond the landscape.

what was before him came back into focus, and gucci lifted his head to look at the...

...wolf.

he gulped.

"ah... ah did nawt know that." still he trembled, despite trying to will his body into neutrality. "-tho ah guess... well ah guess it makes sense, don't it?" he gave a little laugh so nervous it practically tripped over his lips.

and it did make sense. first, the everpresent scent unlike that of any dog he'd ever met. then, the fact that none of them looked like a breed he recognised, yet all shared strong, similar features despite not being related. third, their way of life. while gucci never had any business with strays, he doubted any collarless dumpster-diver could fell a deer and drag it home for dinner, still warm and delectable. lastly, none of them knew what humans are.

again, he gulped. despite all those dots that a toddler could connect without a guide, the chihuahua never entertained the thought because they were nothing like wolves. where was the savagery, the brutality, the primitivity? why hadn't he been eaten the moment he was seen? he was aware of his size in relation to non-toy breeds, and it took no genius to figure out that something as wild as a wolf would see in him a quick snack. so why didn't they?

his head hurt. gucci raised a paw to it, feeling like someone was drumming on his skull. "yeah. yeah." some hope trickled into his voice. "we do. we's all jus', jus' can-ines. n we don't," he glanced up. "we don't eat each other, 'cause that'd be a sort of cannibalisin'." a volatile smile tugged at his flews. oh please don't make a meal outta me now that the jig's up.