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The female's words cut like a knife.

"Ah ain't gonna!" He yapped at her. "Th-they gon be, gon be back soon, they jus got held up in the snow is all..."

The same snow that bit at his feet, melted on his sweater, made his ears and nose frigid. That nearly froze him dead the previous night.

He found himself more receptive to the words of the properly-named male, in large part due to his gorgeous voice, his regal holding, that pure charisma of his. It all reminded him of the old days among fellow purebreeds so much. It was as if a piece of the pasta appeared to comfort him in this hour of anxiety.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"...Ah s'ppose ah should come." The chihuahua drew circles in the soft snow with his paw, his brows furrowed. "If your home's close by, sir, then, then it should be all-right. They'd find me if- when they come lookin' for me." He nodded to himself, but his lips were curved in a frown, his ears pinned back because he dared considered the idea of his Ma leaving him behind.