.:Hati ~ Eight Years ~ Bad Pack ~ Lounging on his den at camp:.
Hati padded back to his den, dismayed at the fact the rock above it had grown cold. Touching his snout to it to heat it back up, he curled on top of it once more and leisurely watched the camp. He was acting more and more like an old codger these days, but he couldn't help it. The new, younger wolves were annoying as all hell and he hated it. It was honestly a god-given miracle that he had refrained from snapping any necks so far. Well, if he even believed in God. He thought that God was just a story made up by mothers to make their pups behave.
{Sorry if that happens to offend anyone, I didn't mean anything by it. Again, just Hati's character.}