Lion Head Mesa because of you

her own story was quite... short and to the point. huh. maybe she wasn't a talkative type? that was alright. he wouldn't judge. there were too many kinds of people on this world to single out one's unconventional nature.

and then she reminded him of what he'd forgotten.

the tiny dog gasped. "crawfetha!" how could it slip his mind so quickly?! "y-yea yea, ah assume so! see he's real hurt as you've prob'bly seen n his scent marks lead-- lead out there." he gestured at the great, big, unknown beyond. "anythin' could've happen'd t' him! we- w-we've gotta tell someone!" someone who had neither a limp nor legs too short to carry the body a great distance. he was back to his pacing in place.