Lion Head Mesa because of you

note that this thread takes place after crowfeather disappeared, maybe a day after he did so :>

the terrain did what it could to carry gucci's meager call, but soon its tones were swallowed up whole by the vastness of the flatlands.

his ears faced forward, his whole body seemed tilted in that same direction, as he listened, so closely, so eagerly, for any sounds of his friend's reply.

some time passed.

none came.

as silence stretched out all around him the chihuahua suddenly became aware of his own smallness, and shrunk further, shaking.

what will happen to his friend? and why was he born in a body so tiny and useless, unable to aid him?

it was a voice that pulled him out the dark confines of his mind, and the dog lifted his head, furred ears turning like radars.

he knew of this woman. her scent was in the mesa, and even though their paths had never crossed, he felt no fear at her approach. she was of akashingo. she was safe.

"n-naw at all, missus. hehe." he tried to fix his posture, but his tail refused to lift, and his head remained in line with his back. the neb mustered a frail smile. "jus', uhm, lookin' fer mah, mah companion. ah guess. haha." he glanced there and over there, as if crowfeather could pop out behind a hill at any moment, going "it's me! i'm here! what a fun game this was, now's your turn to hide!".

oh, who was he kidding. crowfeather would never speak like that.

"you, uhm, haven't happened t' see mistah crawfetha 'round 'ere, yeah?"