Fox's Glade [m] Patient as I bury my wrath under pink lightning

Well hi there, his lips part in a big, pink-tongued yawn, back pressed against the boulder he now bent his head over. you look comfy, don'cha?
Reverie was a fireball, Boone had begun to learn; a sun-dappled star with an energy level he wasn't sure how he kept up with. And, increasingly, he was growing to become more and more okay with it.
You feelin' alright? he inquires, lips pressing into a lazy smile as he watches the dainty paw now dangled in front of his face.