Lion Head Mesa because of you

He wore a collar. It reminded her of Mou, and she swallowed hard to clear the lump in her throat that suddenly impeded speech. Something else, as well, wrapped 'round his body. What an odd little creature!

His speech was similarly odd, and it took some concentration for Maegi to parse the words. 

We spoke the other day, she replied, pursing her lips in thought. But I haven't seen him since, no. Do you think he might have gone somewhere outside the mesa?

There was no reason to believe otherwise; why else would this tiny thing be out near the borders, howling for one particular soul? For that matter, who—what?!—was this, anyway?

How. . .old are you, if you don't mind me asking?