Sequoia Coast so long, little chapel

omfg ukiuk is gr8. also really sorry this ended up huge but i couldnt pass up the opportunity for a dream sequence.

Now that he was down on the ground, paws in the air and everything, Suinnak felt absolutely golden. He was still flustered over his missing father but his complaints had dwindled down considerably. Actually - they had come to an abrupt end. As the stranger encroached upon his location he should have seen her, or at the very least smelled her. As her question hit the air however - What are you doing? - it was met by a very loud, very nasal snore.

Suinnak had somehow passed out as soon as he was off his paws. The sound wasn't quite loud enough to dampen the girl's voice, but it did cause the fat tub of chub to wake up (sort of). He moaned as if he'd been prodded with a stick, twitched a paw, and went right on sleeping. Suinnak's hips gave a little wiggle as he settled back in to his patch of dirt. This was probably the longest he'd ever been without rambling at someone - at least consciously. While the girl was faced with a big fat wolf of indeterminate mental acuity, Suinnak was dealing with something a little... Different.

The forest was lovely, dark and deep. The shadows weren't exactly black so much as a very dark green, and the trees themselves were filled with birds. So many birds that the air should have been filled with a mess of tweeting and twittering - but there was silence. In a nearby clearing, among the tall grass and bright flowers, there sat a giant elk whose life had just been taken; it was covered in wounds, but there was no blood. Around its bulging belly comes a dark shape, a canine whose body is taller than anything in real life; he is sculpted as if out of raw stone, with a rugged quality to the mane of fur along his back, and a set of sharp red eyes. The wolf stands proudly before the qunfiq, opens his mouth, and begins to devour the choice meats of the carcass. When he has eaten his fill, another figure pops up from the shadows - a female, her body sliding up alongside his own.

"Hello, Great Warrior Suinnak," The woman practically purrs in to his ear. The dark wolf lifts his head and with one look, the she-wolf gives a shudder. "Oh, Suinnak!" She is suddenly calling out, as the Esteemed Great Master of Everything takes a step towards her; "Suinnak! Take me, you beautiful creature!" the woman pleads, and the warrior rises up. As his chest fur mingles with the fur of her back, Suinnak notices the pallid color of her pelt. "Suinnak!" She calls out.

"Suinnak!"

Suinnak, The woman's voice is suddenly very loud and clear in his ears, but it isn't the same as the voice from before. All at once the boy is awake. He lets out a lazy yawn and blinks away the dream - forgetting all about the fantasy.

Get up, we're on a schedule. Ukiuk's voice. He recognizes that easily enough, and lets out an even more exasperated groan than before. Still, the boy doesn't get to his feet. He sits with his belly up and paws tucked neatly against his chest. You would show up at the worst possible time. He states, followed by a raspberry blown towards the old man. But as Ukiuk moves towards him, Suinnak knows better than to dawdle for too long. He reaches with his paws for a few moments, realizes that he cannot in fact stand up, and sighs in defeat. Can you... Y'know... roll me, he would have said.

For now he was left to wiggle like a stranded tortoise.