With a groan Angelus rolled to his paws and stretched to limber out his sleep-tightened muscles. He was doing a bit of traveling. Now was quite possibly his only chance to do some extensive traveling. Sooner or later his family would be in power again and he would be more or less tied to the defense of their territories. Until then he wanted to make the best of his freedom. There was plenty to see out there and while he didn't intend to spend the rest of his life trapped inside the pack, later, once they were settled, his chances to wander would be greatly limited. He didn't resent that - it was a necessary part of pack life - it just made him more determined to explore while he had the chance to do so unencumbered by the demands of a pack.
A gross yawn stretched his lips almost to the point of pain as he flopped down into a seated position. While the Gulley was undeniably beautiful it was a beauty he was used to and he didn't intend to stay there much longer. It was tempting to catch a meal and immediately hit the road, but he was trying to move at a pace that made his travels feel like less of a time-crunched tour and more like a lackadaisical adventure and had to keep reminding himself to take it slow.