Lion Head Mesa tin

tavina was grateful to be sent away from the throne room. it meant her time was hers to do with as she pleased. between the mazoi and the coyotes, it did not seem as though this were a luxury afforded to just anyone. even the queen had her own set of tasks.

this week's task appeared to be ramesses himself. tavina hid a small private smile as she came down the stoneway and searched for @Gucci, playmate, packmate, and entertainment for her sullen patient crowfeather.

Something little, black tan and wrapped in red paced trough the hallways of the great mesa, accompanied by a metallic tinkling. 

tink tink tink

The toy male was a mess of anxiety and worry. He thought that surely, by now the old year had faded and the new begun - and he fully missed the send-off! Usually, the party would be hosted by his Ma, in their luxurious beachfront estate, attended by all the people who treated her well as well as their dogs, and there would be much popped champagne bottles and eaten hors d'oeuvres  - all of which would all make for a downright extravagant way to celebrate the change of calendar.

And now... it had been nearly a full month since Mr. Friedman left him in out here. The little guy would often prowl around the outskirts of Akashigo in search of his Ma, but there were no traces of her or anyone who could be searching for him in her stead. Could it be that she had...?

No! His Ma would never abandon him! Surely there was some explanation, some good reason why he was still among these un-neutered, raw-meat-eatin', foul-smellin' savages!

Well, not that they were savages in the traditional sense. Untrained and unvaccinated, sure, but they had manners and grace. Still, he had grown tired of the unfamiliarity of the culture and longed for familiarity and comfort, for the soft embrace of his personal human...

tink tink tink

gucci wore an odd red pelt and a necklet that smelled of hide. a round piece of something that shone dangled from the leather loop, and the thing itself was etched with odd markings. he smelled of the mesa as well as many other things that tavina could not place.

it was his odd face which delighted her so much. he was another unwolf, like nala had been. secretly she wondered where the other canine had ended up. maybe one day it would be inside akashingo, she had seemed curious enough.

"crowfeather has moved rooms. something about him actually being a prince." she arched her brow and grinned. "i guess you're going with him." no one had told her differently in regards to gucci following the injured boy.

"do you want me to show you?" she was a wolf but in the royal hierarchy, his place was above hers. he did not serve the pharaoh nor the mazoi. 

it seemed for the present that his job was only to occupy crowfeather.

Dispirited and looking no further than his beany toes, Gucci didn't see the female, larger that most of those who lingered in Akashigo, until she spoke. He let out a bit of a surprised yelp at that, but composed himself, feeling that if his little heart skipped another beat he might just drop dead.

"Oh, apologies Miss, ah ain't seen ya." From his perspective it was hard to look upon the whole of another canid, but she seemed a slender, black and grey thing. 

She gave him news that had his ears perking up.

"Prince? Like, o' a country?" His little maw gaped. He heard of pets inheriting their master's wealth or property, but he was sure no-one had ever given a dog the status of royalty.

" 'F course am goin wi' him!" The toy stomped his paw. "Ahv got the moster important job o' a-keepin' poor recoverin' Crawfeather in a good mental health! Show me where they moved him. 'N' who moved 'im? He needs gentle care n, n good support t' walk at this point, recovery's a tough job y'see it takes much n, n..."

The dog prattled on.

tavina enjoyed gucci very much. this showed in the pleasant ease of her face as he drawled on, the heavy accent marking his words into honey. "come on then," tavina told him.

keeping her pace measured, the sesh turned toward gucci once more. "well. he's a prince here because he was a prince to his people. whoever he came from before, i mean. pharaoh said it would be best if he was treated like one here too."

they rounded a corner. "i agree about his recovery. he is so sulky much of the time. i think having you close would help that. along with fresh air and new things to look at." tavina paused. "has the prince — have you seen him show any interest in the fellahin?"