ordinance

          He questioned to himself why it was unacceptable to sleep here. Whether the night was clear or wet he wouldn't have found the difference; ground was ground to sleep on and in long months of traveling the most he knew of shelter was when his brother demanded he use his body to shield his smaller form from the elements. Pivoting his ears as he let the thought go and he nodded, finding most of what she said agreeable; as he was inclined to do.
         Lifting himself off of the ground onto his feet, his back legs shook with the effort to heave himself up. Clearly his fatigue was showing, but Leatherface barely seemed to acknowledge it, his eyes conveying little as he glanced at the wilderness around them before settling his stare just under the other wolf's chin. Giving his tail another shake as a gesture of his geniality he stepped forward and hovered on his next step waiting for her to continue. From here, he'd willingly follow given her lead.