Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

Mars was never much of a runner. He preferred to take up a slower pace in life, leaving Twix scout and explore while he held back. Though his sister’s motivations were almost aligned with his, there was a gaping different: food. Everything that the roly-poly creature did was driven by his stomach. But when the time came, there was another special talent that the coon could accomplish: hiding.

He often referred himself as the master of hide-and-seek. Though he wasn’t as much as a seeker, he was very much a hider. Perhaps it was his sheer mass that allowed him to blend in with shrubbery more or his motivation not to run. Whatever it was caused him to find all of the best hiding spots.

He did not waver as he was called for. As Twix has counted he has slid off ahead, throwing caution to the wind. Slipping into the field, that reeked of the settled wolves, he slipped into the shadows and curled up into a ball along the wall, not too far from where Twix called his name.

Irritation coursed through him as he layed in the shadows as he looked to her and before long he signed heavily. That wasn’t how this game worked! But, for now, he did not give any further indication of his location and watched on.