Sequoia Coast happy machine

Aesop dreamed of horses.

The sun was warm on his back, and he was reticent to wake up. He probably wouldn't have, not for a long time, had Kesuk not come along. A perk of old age is the ability to sleep whenever the hell you want, and most people can't say a thing about it.

Needless to say, he was not all too pleased when a quick paw prodded his side, just roughly enough that he couldn't ignore it. With a snort and half-bark, Aesop awoke, immediately flailing to flip onto his stomach. He snorted again, a soft, pre-bark "whuff" sound. He looked around to find the culprit, but there was none to be seen. "Alright, smartass, I see what you're up to." And so the hunt was on. A bit of fun and games couldn't hurt him. He started sniffing, attempting to track the unfamiliar (but wholly wolfish) scent.