Coal | Fire Hunter | Location: Camp | Tagging: Agatha
Coal had been content to lay in his nest, turning around and around, before settling down comfortably. He was certain that between the hunting patrol going out and the fact that he had no trainee to look after (goodness, he'd only been a trainee himself recently) that no one ought to come pester him about his choices. It wasn't as though the Beta or Alpha would chase him down over his sleeping in a little longer - certainly wolves had better things to do than nag him, right?
He was just starting to close his eyes when a dark shadow fell over him. It blocked out the sun that came near the entrance. If it just moved to one side a little, it could fully block out the light and he'd be able to fall asleep much easier. He shifted a little, thinking it was another hunter who had returned to the den - maybe they were waiting for him to make room? Yet, when the shadow didn't move, he finally opened his eyes and squinted up at the wolf catching the shadow.
It was Agatha, an All-Around of the pack. She wasn't saying anything, just staring at him. He stared right back at her. Why wasn't she saying anything? Had she turned to stone? Or maybe she was admiring his youthful figure - he couldn't imagine being as old as she was. She was practically an elder by comparison. When she continued her silence, he gave her a weird look and then lay his head back down, curling into a neat round shape and laying his tail over his muzzle.
She-wolves can be so weird. He thought as he closed his eyes once more.
























