Lion Head Mesa 新月 new moon

he studied the children, the subtle ways in which their adult features had already begun to shape, and the ways in which they resembled each parent.

despite still thinking them as difficult to handle as a herd of cats, the former show dog curved his lips and nodded in approval. 

they matched no know breed, met no formal standard; but the royal offspring were beautiful in their own way.

(gucci especially approved of their too-long names. as befitted champions!)

when the courtiers raised their voices, a primal chill ran along the dog's spine. to alleviate it, he joined his with theirs. his little barks were no match for the drawn out melodies of the wolves, nor the sing-song yips of the coyotes, but they added to the overall composition - making the song of akashingo unique in all the wilds.