meow meow imma cow
Resin
6 hours ago
Lazing around, desultorily chewing what was left of the meat off a bone, Wendigo was practically asleep he was feeling so chill. No, no, not really. He was so bored he was practically buzzing under his fur, taking his boredom out on the bone like it was the cause of his irritation. He wondered if he should go track down Marrow... or maybe go tease Calliope into attacking him again. Oh, oh, he could go meander around until he found a pack to trespass in, see if they got riled over it. Might be fun to see if they tried to capture him. Might be a bit of a change of pace if they did, hanging around in a pack all day making trouble for them until they went crazy. Or until he got bored again and just fought his way free, either way. It was a thought anyway.
He cracked the bone between his teeth meditatively. You know, he didn't feel like he was really fulfilling his purpose like this. He was, if he admitted it to himself, mostly bored because he was dissatisfied with his progress, and - here was where he needed to really buckle in and dig deep in the soul searching - it was because he wasn't really even trying. Was it because there was some deep fear of failure, and if he didn't try he couldn't fail? Or was he just lazy? It could, really, be either. So, trespassing and teasing some packs was at least a start. It was at least something.
He'd give it until the next morning to make a decision on that. Maturity meant not making an impulsive decision when in the throes of boredom, right? He'd find something to take the edge off that first, so that he could make a more impactful decision.
He cracked the bone between his teeth meditatively. You know, he didn't feel like he was really fulfilling his purpose like this. He was, if he admitted it to himself, mostly bored because he was dissatisfied with his progress, and - here was where he needed to really buckle in and dig deep in the soul searching - it was because he wasn't really even trying. Was it because there was some deep fear of failure, and if he didn't try he couldn't fail? Or was he just lazy? It could, really, be either. So, trespassing and teasing some packs was at least a start. It was at least something.
He'd give it until the next morning to make a decision on that. Maturity meant not making an impulsive decision when in the throes of boredom, right? He'd find something to take the edge off that first, so that he could make a more impactful decision.