The Weak Fall Prey

ooc. liquid timing this to around the time he first showed up, but I'll keep everything vague

The snow crunched beneath each heavy fall of his massive paws, as he tried to wake himself up. Napping was never a good idea, and his grogginess now only proved it. Keeping himself in a straight line was as good as he could manage right now, so when he all but stepped on another wolf he was understandably shocked. He'd stepped around the thick trunk of a tree, and nearly bowled the stranger over. Which was, obviously not his fault. Wandering around with a white coat, all quiet and shit, what did he expect? Grunting deep in his throat, he tipped over to one side to avoid a full on collision.

Once he was stable, and about half a foot to the left of the stranger, he blinked at him a few times. Amethyst gaze was glazed still from his nap, and he couldn't hide the irritation in his expression. "What are you sneaking around for?" he growled, auds tipping back ever so slightly. Tail swept once, and then twice across his heels in a catlike display of annoyance.