Shooting Star

A yawn started working its way over his muzzle, slowly at first his jaws widened to their full potential and emitting a small squeak as he finished. He needed more of a nap. He put the smile back on and answered her innocent question, "It's not bad. You could say that I enjoy it." He thought about it, once before now and he certainly enjoyed doing what ever he wanted when ever he wanted. No pack responsibilities to worry about. He didn't have as many friends as he would have, but those he met on the road were company enough. "Do you like living in a pack, Seraphiel?" His eye brows slid up his forehead as he turned the question back to her.