Escaping Steak

"Your breath. Your fur. They smell of... Laziness." A voice paralleling to nothing but an oncoming downpour would enchant the atmosphere, its eyes painting a beautiful portrait of blues and sweet snows; a kiss beckoning those who looked onward into his Poseidon pools. His echo loomed as he chuckled playfully, that gentle tone of amusement would linger from his ivories as he lifted his head up from his spot beside Asa's ear. The male, well, he was, um, had been asleep. Since Whit, of course, but it was funny! Right? Well, he thought so.

The older brute could say what he wanted as he woke, but he couldn't entirely blame him, life as a loner wasn't always the most fulfilling, had to spice it up somehow; and he'd been sleeping like a log since he'd gotten here! For a good three hours! If anything, he should be thanking him. "Really though, you should be waking, that herd we were chasing is long gone." Yes, he'd said we, this wasn't his first rodeo stalking someone, but there wasn't time for that, now was the time to hunt. The white-pelted canine jumped over the laying male, his tail up in a display of dominance as he marched onward down the hill they'd been wasting time on. "Oh, I'm Whitfield by the way... You comin'?"

Turning his head, he looked at Asa, a loud, high-pitched yawn spilling from his jowls before he trotted after the stale scent of deer.

atop his head a crown of thorns   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦