the "he's just a little guy" effect

Finally feeling better came with its downsides, and Wake was less than pleased with the fact he'd have to help with things around the pack. Being shipped outside to go get chores done, especially when it came to setting shit up for the rest of them. Isn't this why they had... literally anyone else who could get this done? Instead, he'd been yoked with a task, one that he probably couldn't get out from under.

He'd raised a stink in the process, but no amount of whining would get Wake out of sorting the garden plots today. As he begrudgingly began to dig along the marked lines for the plots, he could only hope someone else would be sent out to help him soon. It's a big task, and he's just uhhh... just a little guy? Something like that.

WAKE UP