Fox's Glade mix two parts jack with two bloodshot eyes

He's content to drift into a state of semi-consciousness for a time, awake enough to stir at a soft call of his name but not quite enough for coherent thought. It's easy, in this state, to forget his conflict with Midar — easy to forget everything, really. So it's awhile before he feels the urge to speak again; escapism has always been his drug of choice.
This is pretty close to my home, It's a casual observation, murmured sleepily when he finally finds the energy to voice it. He wants to ask Midar if he'd been looking for him, but he can't shake the feeling that it's a stupid assumption to make. Surely the man has better things to do — hell, better wolves to do.