Firefly Glen Waiting, chewing through the ropes

lmao @ the gif

The fur on the back of Āzon's neck bristled even higher when the dark wolf hopped sideways, and his widened eye never missed a movement.

What were they doing now? Going for a blind spot to catch him off guard? Āzon was on high alert to what might happen next yet couldn't seem to move a muscle in his damned legs. T'was not aggression that Āzon showed in his body language — but fear, uncertainty of whether or not to fight. A suprise attack during the night was not an ideal position to be in right now, and in a state where his musculature had been greatly weakened, he was at a disadvantage for an attack.

A few moments of tense silence was few too many — Āzon would finally have had enough of this anxiety and spoke up. Firstly, the brute wanted to know who they were. An aggressor? "Who...." a dry muster resembling a whisper; his throat was still a bit dehydrated. "Who are you? What are ya approaching me for?"