King Elk Forest neanderthal

he folded his forelegs under him and yawned, blinking toward Laika. "yeah, man," he mumbled. "guess it happens when you are hungry and patrol your ass off hunting." he managed a half-hearted smile before lying his chin on the ground, gaze flicking sideways at his hunting companion. "don't be a stranger," Cas jested, referring to the space she'd put between them, and if he was being honest, a strange little flame licked at his heart when he thought of her pale fur against his dark coat.

but he wasn't being honest, and told himself he was just cold. in the warmth of spring.