Lazy Bones

His head hurt, though the throb of a hangover was nothing new to the koi coated wolf. Bleary eyes squinted against the sun as he hauled his cart behind him. He knew from scent alone that others from the village were here, but in the nature of their kind, he hadn’t yet spotted one that didn’t want to be seen. Not that he’d been trying terribly hard mind, the trading here was good and tongues were easily loosened with a sip or two of sake. Problem was, once he started it was difficult to stop.

He yawned, catching a whiff of his own breath and grimacing. He would really need to do something about that eventually. What might have been more important with the days shortening and the snows soon to stick him down for the season, was either establishing a known location others could come to him, or finding a pack to keep him, in exchange for his own service. By the light he hated working for his keep, but if that was what he had to do... Well by now he was old enough to know.

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