Lion Head Mesa silver

gucci gathered his forelegs close to his chest, miming how a human man would offendedly place a hand upon his breast.

"miss tavinah, what kinna man ya take me for!" he said with mock insult.

then, he joined in on his friend's whispering. "yes, yes. send us your young ladies n gents, n 'fter a bit o' janitorial work, they'll be ready t' be most pristine spouses this side o' the mountains."

he nodded in reply, returning to sobriety. 

"ah fear ahm nawt sure wha' kinna future's there fer 'em. akashingo's so unlike any stories o' wolf society ahv heard. what kindsa duties shall they have until their father... perishes?" the last word was spoken with uncertainty, aware that talk of dead royals so close to another's murder would be a sensitive topic.