Nova Peak göçebe kalp

yes!!

he hadn’t realized he’d dozed off—the old bat. flicking an ear, then twitching toes; the faint feel of dirt being scattered around went ignored for several seconds. his mind lost to a dreamworld; basking in the warm of the sun upon his matted hide, enjoying the pleasant scents so much that he hardly noticed the new one.
then his eyes fly open. he’s met by a pale woman, who had begun to decorate his fur with dirt. kürsat looks upon her with a singular maddened eye, nose scrunching up.
i ain’t dead yet! the bastard gripes, fussing wildly with a gesturing paw for her to back up and begins to try and rock himself back up to his feet.
he collapses back onto his side and guffaws in what he will never admit is embarrassment. the legs didn’t work like they used to. to deflect, he begins to mutter angrily.
ye’ damn young wolves. bothering your elders. can’t take a nap anymore. try to enjoy the sun and all of a sudden ye’ got a burial ye didn’t ask for.