Shut Eye

Wendigo wriggled around on his back in the sand, scratching and itch and soaking up what warmth there was in it from the afternoon sun. He'd spent the morning cleaning and sharpening his metal claws, and painting new foxfire squirls onto his skull mask, both now discarded in the sand in favor of his play. Mmmm it was fantastic. Nothing like a day of rest and relaxation to really get the motivation up to be out and doing literally anything that wasn't resting and relaxing. Maybe he'd go find another pack to invade... Actually, that sounded like a pretty great idea. And he'd already gotten his tools nice and ready for it, too. So, laying there on his back with his eyes closed, he played eeny meeny miney moe in his head to decide who was going to get harassed. His ears flicker at a sound nearby, but otherwise he gave no sign that he was even awake.