Northstar Vale jump around in froggy style

@Saena

He shifted where he lay - in a small hollow in the ground, next to a well-chewed femur and an ear from the pack's latest kill. He groaned. He could not get comfortable. He had never known such fullness, and had eaten well beyond capacity. He was certain that some of that moose's flesh was sitting in his chest.

In the days following his acceptance, it had become apparent to him that this pack was fundamentally a pack of good wolves. There was a familial atmosphere that he had not known before, a feeling of safety and comfort that was foreign to him. Still, the corsair would not, could not, drop his guard entirely. It was in his blood as a survivor of adversity. But...

He sat upright, his eyes roaming over the wolves, his crew. Most were resting for now. Peaceful. He stretched out his forelegs, gradually sliding to his distended stomach, but then he quickly flipped himself over onto his back. His forepaws were folded above his chest, and his back legs were spread. The sky had an unobstructed view of all that made him, him. He exhaled in relief. Ahhhhhh.... This was comfort. This was not a position he dared chance for long before, but here and now, he allowed himself to enjoy it.