Long limbs would protrude over a rocky ledge, the tall wolf's form spread out over it's face. He was out 'hunting' for the five children that were still living in old Covari lands. A sigh would escape his shapely maw, they couldn't stay here forever. The pups would be old enough to hunt soon, not that many of them could. Another sigh would fall from his lips. How had all of these bastard children get dumped on him? His long flecked tail would visually show his annoyance at life, the only part stirring on an otherwise motionless man. Thoughts would run rampant in his clouded head, clearness evading him even away from a crazy pup-filled den.
