Bramblepoint clos du bois

Lagan was a quick one to fall asleep, so he was out before he realized that there was even somebody nearby. His snores were rather loud and noisy, and probably pretty noticeable. He curled himself up as he slept, turning into less of a wolf and more of a big grey cloud. The other male's first prod didn't wake him, he kept on sleeping. But when the prodding persisted, Lagan opened his eyes lazily. He couldn't really make it the shapes around him, and he didn't care to. He saw the grey of the other male's pelt and for some reason assumed it was his father, and he forgot momentarily that he'd left the Caldera at all.

Jus like five more minutes dad I swear... He said, rolling over to face the opposite direction. If the other boy hadnt realized by now that he wasn't Liffey, then he could probably tell from his faint lips and lower voice.