Fox's Glade and i'm backsliding

Clay had been lounging about, sunning himself on an upturned rock, soaking up the sun. He had seen his auntie Nanook doing it, and following in her steps he decided to give it a try. Little did he know, that as soon as he tried it, he couldn't stop. He had become addicted, placid in laying there all day.

That was until he cracked up an eye and noticed a stranger not far off.