By Moonlight [pack activity]

Walk | Talk | Think

Being admittedly of the lazy sort, nighttime for Eirik meant rest time, but rather than retreat all the way back to his den in the heart of the Fern Gulley he had chosen instead to shelter at the upper edge of it that bordered the Prairie. His den would have been nicer, by far, but something was up. He assumed so anyway, not only because Secretua's festival was still in full swing but because his father had yet to retire to his own den despite the lateness of the hour. No, Eirik could not see him from where he lay but he knew he was out there still, pacing the border and just biding his time. For what the rosy-eyed wolf had yet to determine.

The longer he waited, though, the worse his own drowsiness became. If he just rolled over slightly, allowed himself to relax a little more, he was sure he could fall asleep there. If he just got a little more comfortable, closed his eyes even... Just like that. In the quiet, he began to doze, not even bothered anymore that he was nowhere near his den, content enough to make the most of this.

Only to be startled back into full consciousness by his father's howl. Eirik visibly jumped as he quickly rolled onto his stomach, getting his black paws beneath his large, burly frame, and with fumbling motions he stood. It took him a few seconds more to fully come around, but by then he was already moving, directed toward his father in the middle of the Prairie before he even knew it. Well, good thing he wanted to go this way anyway. His jaws parted in a long, wide yawn as he strolled toward his father, offering a goofy sort of half smile as he slowed and stopped. What were they going to be doing at this hour? Eirik hoped he would wake up enough soon to participate fully.