fishing in the dark

The night was nearly silent, and Alarik was totally relaxed. He knew it wouldn't be smart to let himself sleep here, in the middle of nowhere, but his eyes were growing heavier and heavier and he couldn't muster the motivation to get up and find a better place to sleep. So Alarik let his eyes trace the constellations, imagining stories about them in his head until finally he fell asleep. And that lasted about two minutes.

He jolted awake when something struck him in the side, his eyes snapping open as another wolf tripped over him and flopped down onto the ground. As soon as Alarik had a chance to actually wake up and remember where he was, he laughed. "No, no... It's okay," he said, getting to his feet as well as he looked at the man who had quite literally stumbled into him. What an interesting way to meet someone.

It was dark, but even in the dark Alarik could tell that this male was magnificently colored. He had seen some wolves with abnormal coloring before, but this... this male looked like the embodiment of a burning fire. Alarik had to admit he was dazzled for a moment. But eventually he cleared his throat and spoke. "Seriously, don't be sorry," he said. "I was the one taking a nap in the middle of nowhere, and it's dark... maybe I should be the one apologizing," he said with a laugh. "I'm Alarik. Nice to meet you."