Death From The Ankles Down!

Jupiter lay on his side under the lowest swaying branch of a budding crepe myrtle. The tree, long without the careful pruning of the Range's human inhabitants, was an unruly far cry from its prim and springy domesticated brethren. It splayed low over the ground like the squat, emaciated version of an old oak tree. Plus side was that it smelled nice. If he rolled around in the flowers that would soon litter the ground it would add - in his opinion - nice floral undertones to his musky scent. He'd have to be careful with it, however. A hint of it would compliment him. Too much and he'd smell like an old healer.

He was watching someone's small child do that kinda cute kinda annoying thing they all did. Chase bugs! Fight the invisible baddies! Screech for no reason! He snorted a rude laugh and rolled over onto his back and stretched his paws up into the air. The kid was cute enough, but just watching him made Jupiter tired. He was glad it was someone else's. Not his problem to be tired with. He let his paws fall limp; the front ones flopping down to rest below his chin and his back ones striking their heels on the ground. Jupiter wasn't watching anymore but he could hear the kid's paws scrabbling on the ground and figured it was chasing down that stick again. Kids.