Lion Head Mesa because of you

he looked for @Crowfeather.

the tall man (wolf??????????) was absent from his chambers, but that was alright. he could wander now, so it made sense he'd have gone to some other part of the mesa for his exercise.

expect that his scent led the chihuahua outside, where he paused at one of the exits, angling his head as if it would offer some massive shift in perspective that'd permit him to see his charge past the sparse greenery surrounding the redrock spire.

usually, he wouldn't dare venture past the mesa's shadow without an escort. usually. but today he gathered all the bravery he could in the tight confines of his chest, and stepped outside.

it would be an unexciting walk for anyone of greater size or haunted by less maddening revelations (but they didn't look like wolves), and yet to the chihuahua it was a nerve wracking journey. and yet, crowfeather's scent led him farther.

[...]

eventually he reached the very edges of akashingo's claim. crowfeather had gone past them. it was unbelievable. gucci understood the extent of his friend's injuries, perhaps not the same way tavina did, but he knew the pain the dark man was experiencing would surely have forced him to turn back at some point.

and yet...

perplexed, worried, panicked, gucci threw his head back and gave a barking call.