For all he said he liked the forest, it was not a convenient place to live if you held the skies in any high regard. He had found that the beach provided a breathtaking view, but the trees rose up too high behind him to get that highly sought after three hundred and sixty degree view. However, from the flatlands beyond the forest's reaches, he could get pretty damn close. There were still mountains that rose up to impede his view, but for the most part he could see what he needed.

If there weren't clouds.

Lately, he had not been so lucky. The night was cold, but it was humid and cloudy. He found his way to small hill where the ground was dry and settled down, trying to reorient himself with the sky at night. With the clouds in his way, though, there was little he could accomplish, and after hours of trying, he drifted to sleep where he lay.

The night fell and the sun rose with little sign of waking from Aesop, who snored softly, happy to sleep the day away.

Aesop dreamed of horses.

The sun was warm on his back, and he was reticent to wake up. He probably wouldn't have, not for a long time, had Kesuk not come along. A perk of old age is the ability to sleep whenever the hell you want, and most people can't say a thing about it.

Needless to say, he was not all too pleased when a quick paw prodded his side, just roughly enough that he couldn't ignore it. With a snort and half-bark, Aesop awoke, immediately flailing to flip onto his stomach. He snorted again, a soft, pre-bark "whuff" sound. He looked around to find the culprit, but there was none to be seen. "Alright, smartass, I see what you're up to." And so the hunt was on. A bit of fun and games couldn't hurt him. He started sniffing, attempting to track the unfamiliar (but wholly wolfish) scent.