Hushed Willows Linger

A calm had come over the alpha, and he lay on his side beneath one of his many willows, eyes open but unobservant as he gazed listlessly through the billowing branches before him. It was the first time in a long time that he truly felt at ease, unable to enjoy this type of relaxation in the position of a lone wolf. He had patrolled this morning, and surely someone else was now, and so he felt content to examine his world from a skewered angle for a time. The high sun dappled through the trees, the light dancing off of his coppery coat, making it appear brighter than usual. Pale, hooded eyes watched a couple birds flit in and out of the corner of his eye, before he resumed gazing ahead and ignoring the vague pang of hunger he felt in the pit of his belly. Breathing evenly in quiet huffs, Warbone eventually fell asleep; right in the middle of thinking that he should get up and do something.