Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

He snickered at her tease, and followed her gesture to the place where the sun drowned behind the hills. A pack, probably. Most lone women didn't give away their addresses so readily. She had confidence and it spoke to him in words unspoken. He matched her demeanour with his own, kept himself open and inviting; gnarled jaws parted briefly to yawn and his tongue traced his teeth as they closed.

Hn. Looking for a good place to keel over and die, honestly. His tone sounded like a joke, he made sure to put it that way; but honestly? That sounded nice right about now. Oh, warm embrace of oblivion. But he was not meant for quiet passage in some soft plush bed of furs. He was meant for the indignant kind, marked the day he came into this world. 

What are you hunting today?