i'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue

Napping. Quill was really good at napping. It was one of his top skills. It was as though the gods had played a joke on him and made him a wolf instead of a lion. Everyone knew that lions were nappers. Now with this big ass mane that had grown around his neck, it was even more of a joke. Well... if he was supposed to be a lion, then he'd sleep like a lion.

The sun was warm overhead and it soaked into the darker parts of Quill's clouded frame. The brutes tail thumped lazily on the earth. He didn't have a care in the world. Ashen had fallen and his family had scattered. Not that he was particularly close to any of them, right? He was back on his own once more, just like he'd been for the majority of his life. No big deal.

With a yawn, Quill rolled over, giving his thick mane a shake before closing mismatched eyes once more. He lay near the edge of the cliff, but not so near that he was able to be pushed off. Just out in the open enough to soak up the full sun. Maybe once his nap was over, he'd find a bite to eat.

"Speech"