No worries! Thank you for starting, dahling! 
Razekiel had strayed from Inferni for the first time in what felt like weeks. It was only natural, really; the Lykoi man was a nomad at heart, but Mother Earth had not been merciful with summer heat as the summer progressed. Often the coyote had simply never woken up in the mornings, left to doze in the lull of the heat throughout the afternoons, content and alone in his little tent in the middle of nowhere. He smoked his usual amount of pot, drank and rambled on about nature his usual amount, but the vagrant hadn't taken to his typical meandering. The heat was bracing; he had much preferred to stay in one place and pant the day away, but too many afternoons were spent as such, and Razekiel had had enough.
Somewhere at the edge of Inferni's newer borders was a sort of forest, and beneath the tall-standing and shady canopies he found mild relief from the sun and heat—of course, Razekiel was sure to tell the Great Mother how grateful he was of her efforts to keep him warm and provide an appropriate summer season, and assured her he would make the time to enjoy it at his fullest, though he certainly wasn't sure when or how that would be. Instead, he had found a flat rock, and on it he sat himself. Ears pointed to attention, he listened to the frolic of the birds and the whistle in the wind, a familiar joint between his teeth and a lazy lull spinning in his head. Inferni was a decent distance away, but a brief sojourn from its dark and gloomy (and hot) land and borders was welcome.
It was then that he heard movement outside the birds and wildlife. Straw eyes wandered, and though dizzy, fell upon a small, rustling bundle of black and white. He watched her only briefly before a smile spread across his face, unaware that he was already shrouded in that ill-smelling cloud of smoke. "Well look at you, little freedom fighter," Razekiel grinned, his tail making for a mild wag. "You're not so big, are you? That's right, you stick it to the man—you don't need no babysitters 'cause you can take care of yourself! Right on, man, right on!" He pounded a fist at the sky, heartily inhaled his joint, and released a long cloud into the air.
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