Lion Head Mesa shortchange

Mayhaps a @Gucci ?,,,

The dog rose this morning with a sharp cramp in his haunches, and crust sticking his eyes together. He managed to wobble his way down into the wellspring, dunking his head into the water for a refresher and to clean his eyes, then pulling his head back and blinking rapidly.

After a time, he sloughed into the water, fur floating in the water, before he lowered his haunches down and rested his chin on the side of the pools, sighing.

Curses. He’d pulled something with his sleeping position, he was certain.

he'd been there the entire time.

soaking in a corner, leaned back and with elbows resting like a man in a luxury jacuzzi, gucci was deep in thought of which color would best complement the new guest bedroom - when the cradle-snatcher walked in.

the neb's content expression morphed into that of hostile disgust the moment he recognized akhtar, and it, by some miracle, held itself in place unchanging for a full minute.

he would not break the stare if his life depended on it, but the grimace would soften if the priest actually looked.

Akhtar was a man of dignity and great bearing.

Even so, he knew the storm in the air from the smell of it. One of his eyes lapsed open, turning to find the Neb in the corner, catching just a second of the gaze. He did not stiffen, nor did he visibly react, but he bunched his muscles in preparation.

Not that he was rather scared of Gucci. He was fairly certain a strong breeze could send the man flitting away. Or, maybe, a large bird.

Neb. He said quietly, offering the man an arch of an eyebrow ridge.

the smaller - but higher ranked - man gave a forced lift of the lipcorners.

"hem." his drawl stretched the syllables.

"how's your night been?" gucci asked with faked sweetness.