Sequoia Coast genius party

hello!!! i'm v sleepy i hope that this makes sense,,,

Aesop groaned, deciding he was done. He was going to lay there and just take a break, disregard his failure and become with the earth until it swallowed him whole. Drama queen.

His plans were interrupted by a small voice, feminine and tentative. Immediately, Aesop laid his paws over his muzzle, covering his eyes. "God, how much of that did you see?" he groaned, shaking his head, "I'm alright, just fuckin'... pretend you didn't see that. I'll buy your silence, if you like." It was just... so uncool. That had not been a high point of his, and certainly didn't fit in with his (high) image of himself.

Well, he could only go up from there, he supposed. So he stood up and shook the dirt from his coat, turning to face the stranger. She was lanky, young and awkward. Her eyes pierced the darkness, a bright point on her dark fur. She smelled of the Bay, of brine and earth. A pack mate.