you gotta fight for your right to laze

The dark Archer had traveled further then his original intention the afternoon past, stating to his two traveling partners that he was going northward from the willows between the territories that, from what he could tell, were governed by four separate packs. Through the Traveler's Pitfall and into a valley between two mountains.

When night had come, he continued on with Moon Mother as his constant companion. And to the lake, a smile touching his blackened mug at the sight of what looked like fallen stars from the very heavens, swirling and dancing. Bugs, he knew, but it was a pretty place all the same. And so he laid, and so he slept.

The warmth of dawn was on his face now, the autumn breeze stirring in his dark fur. He opened his eyes lazily, stretching out over the tall reeds and sandy grounds. It would have been content to stay there awhile longer, as his son would, had the scent of his son not snapped him upward.

"Clouse? He calls into the morning skies, dark grey eyes scanning over the reeds.