Too Hot To Handle

Quill hadn't been sleeping, he hadn't even been laying down. Maybe at some point, but by the time his father was tired of stirring and rose before inviting them all outside Quill was sitting straight up on his pelt just looking off into the walls, the windows, really just lost in an empty mind. It was hot tonight, as the dry season would show the young pups. But instead of laying down and tossing and turning for hours, Quill simply chose to try an all nighter. Even if that was him just sitting here starting at the dark wall. He could manage that.

He grabbed his pelt before following after his parents among the rest of his littermates. He dropped his pelt unevenly on the sand, not worried about it in some odd misshapen position or covered in sand. He loped out in the water as his father laid down there in the shallows and he was ready to wrestle whichever brother he wanted to victimize. He may not have slept since they all laid down for bed, but you'd never know with the amount of energy he showed. Maybe he would crash a little later, after some fun of course.

"Quill"