Hushed Willows don't feel like picking up the phone

some random guy would approach him, remarking on his comfy position on the earth. Puck would wave a paw idly, welcoming him without a word. but when it seemed the coywolf would go back to whatever he'd be doing, his voice came next. "duuuuuuude" he'd groan, rubbing his back against the earth. he'd chuckle with good humor "it feels great to just, relax. c'mon" his tail flickered to the side, patting the ground next to him "try it, man. the sun is shinin', the birds are chirpin' and who cares what other people are doing, am I right?" probably not a good attitude when you were in a pack, but perhaps this guy could appreciate relaxation. Puck had been all over the place lately. all he wanted to do was put his feet up and take a breather.