Lion Head Mesa Let me hear [MD]

another gust of wind. 

this one tussled the cheek fur of the mereo wolf, framing the hard lines of his visage. the same wind toyed with the dog's collar, making its accessories tinkle like wind chimes.

gucci knew he'd taken too forward a step. by impulse his ears flattened and tail swept and fell.

"n-naw, naw offense meant, good soldier!" he hurried to amend, tripping over syllables. "ah jes- ah jest thought-" spring! come spring our children'll be grown 'n' born too! they could make o' us closer friends than this formal, dry tradition does!!

but for the first time, gucci found himself falling quiet in response to a blunder.

"...ne'ermind." his gaze fell. "pardon mah questions."

the chihuahua did not speak for a moment, as he shifted the pelt upon his shoulders, leaving room for the wolf's words.

"ah, ah should be on mah way. got, m'family t' take care o'." his smile was stilted. "ah appreciate- appreciated th' conversation, though."