Northstar Vale She couldn't separate her common sense from her dedication

With his belly swollen beyond normal capacity, Warbone had detached himself from the group so that he might digest in peace (maybe do some purging) and ponder the consequences of his gluttonous actions. He couldn't remember a time he'd been so comfortable with gorging himself. It had always been pertinent that he stay in that sweet spot of being full enough to keep going, and empty enough to not be hindered in his progress; but there was no worry in him these days. The only time he felt anxiety was when Saena left the group, and as she recovered from her last expedition, he found that to be a non-issue on his conscience for the time being.

He half-burrowed into a lump of snow, hoping the freezing powder against his sides would quell the taut stretching of his body, and he was beginning to doze when he noticed something pale emerging in his diminished peripheral. The wolf picked up his head, watching her jaunty approach in a strange mix of amused annoyance. He certainly didn't have the energy to match hers, and he made a groaning sort of whine as she made her playful intentions quite clear.

She was making him feel his age, which he didn't appreciate, but it had also been several days since she had openly shown him anything but reserved wariness, so he was not inclined to chase her off so soon. Instead he rolled further onto his side with a grunt, so that he might push her away with a broad paw in a lazy attempt to return her advance, and also encourage her to leave.