Lion Head Mesa silver

it was not the temperature which so rattled his frame, but gucci was grateful for the offer of plush, warm wolfcoat all he same. as she'd said what her business for the gold-caped man was, he buried his face in her side - whatever he could reach at his diminutive height - and exhaled.

"mabbe he needs akashingo more than th' other way 'round." gucci pulled out his snout and set his lower jaw on his friend's fur, looking up. "mebbe we failed 'im, n his queen too. between you n me-" he adjusted his position. "- they was both a lil' demandin', their lil' ones too, but ain't nobody ever well earned such tragedy."

gucci would've been content to close his eyes and enjoy the moment as long as it lasted, but then tavina said something that had his head raising and his batty ears turning.

"advisor?!" he was baffled, and looked at the sesh with mouth agape, eyes wide and brows furrowed. "lil' me?! wha', so he can chew on me when ponderin' politiks?!" the chihuahua shuffled backwards, shaking his head. "miss tavinah, ah hope y' comprehend ahm jus' a dag, fly-small too, n ah don't rightly think any input o' mine would amount t' more than a buzz in his howliness's ears."