Old habits die hard

Az's concentration was broken, though he felt unusually lifeless as he glanced over at the intruder without so much of a growl to defend his kill. It was only Asla anyways, the only wolf who was never a threat to his fun. "Oh, hey. Sorry." His shoulders gave a halfhearted shrug as she playfully accused him. She was not one he had to hide around or pretend to, they'd had too much history seeing each other's darkest secrets that there was not much he could admit that could ever shock her.

She asked him what was bothering him and Az gave a sad, soft chuckle. "Girls, if you can believe it." There was a time where he thought those words would never come from him, that it would be Az to comfort Indy or Mortis over their eventual girl woes. "I don't know, must be going insane. Losing sight of what matters." He sighed once more, gritting his teeth and driving his claw into the cow harder.