Lion Head Mesa and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing for untimely death or demise

Curiosity glinted in his single eye as he turned to look at the woman, his eyebrows upturned and his ears slid forward.

I do not. He moved to the center of the room, rolling to sit on his haunches in preparation to hear the story. He couldn’t tell if he liked the giddy excitement that rose in his chest at the thought of a story.