Lion Head Mesa with the warmth of the sun

gucci had gone slack-jawed with awe, paw raised to chest. 

his head turned in every direction, neck straining with how far up he had to look. prancing, the nobleman approached various alcoves, sniffing alongside walls, peeking into each chamber.

...could be fer both'a them 'till they grow a lil', would look a-right homey wi' a playmat, chewin' toys... breakfast nook e'er there n outdoor seatin' in this corner... raccoon skull jar be too tacky fer some dried flowers, mabbe?

gucci's distracted surveying brought him back to the pharaoh ( the older man forgetting himself a moment, and beginning to mentally appraise ramesses's value as gazebo decoration ).

the noble looked up and smiled brightly at his king. 

"-s perfect!" sickled tail swayed over his back. "oh mah greatness, ya pamper me so!"

gucci bowed deeply.