Lion Head Mesa akhet

ahh, belen. he'd wondered forever what became of her after the distant pack disbanded. in his mind, he still saw her as more girl than woman - despite all evidence in looks and behavior which opposed him - and had, quietly, so quietly it was only within his own skull, hoped she'd found some happiness and purpose.

his thoughts then slid to crowfeather, and the man quickly shut them down. 

no. no reason to guess at graves o' them long dead.

so instead, gucci laughed.

"oh, ya know ah ain't a journeyin' sort! legs are short n th' road is long..." he stretched out his gloved toes. "but if ya ever need me sent, jest have a mazoi carry me by th' scruff o' m'neck." gucci grinned.

"but, bein' serious," and his face matched the tone. "if ya can spare sendin' one or two well-toothed men, come easier weather i wouldn't dislike t' travel, this purpose or that. wives, well-wishes, invitations or plans fer kingdom's expansion."