Morningside Cuesta hehe the sun

His first instinct, when jumped upon by such a small body, was to grumble under his breath and roll over, doing his best to squish the pesky son or daughter that'd woken him up in such a way. But as soon as he'd done these things, a familiar scent hit his nose, and he realized that it was not one of his children who'd attacked him so senselessly.

"'kuti?" he yawned, rolling away from her and peering blearily at her dark form. "What're you doing?"

Swaying drowsily, he lumber to his paws and shook out his coat. Tufts of fur floated around him.

Grayday sneezed.

"'m awake," he muttered, blinking down at the shewolf.