Moonspear waatxakuq ✾

A particularly torrential downpour had caused Osiris to seek cover within the wood, delaying his forenoon patrol for the time being. Once sheltered, and with very little to do, he had begun to meander. It had been some time since he had been to this neck of the territory, and he figured that it would be beneficial for him to sniff around and explore. Osiris stifled an unexpected yawn; rushing through the rain had drained him more than he had initially sensed. 

Eventually, his fatigue got the better of him. Coming across a particularly cozy looking hollow, Osiris gave into temptation, figuring that the downtime would be an opportune time to rest. Curling up and heaving a satisfied sigh, Osiris drifted off to sleep. 

Hours later, as Kukutux and her ducklings searched for him, his nap continued.