Silently cursing his disorder, the big male felt his eyes begin to flutter open. Something had touched him... Was someone there, on the other side? He needed to wake up, then. The shorter the nap, the less explaining he had to do to... to who...? There had been others with him... That's right, there were two! And... they were... white, right? White fur, mostly? Females... with fancy names, starting with... 'S'? No, 'C', definitely 'C'... Col... Cer... Cer-cel... and Co... Lib... Slay struggled to pull himself from the sudden slumber. It always made him feel so heavy... Like he was trying to climb up through a snowbank, but all the snow kept dragging him down again.
"Cercelee and Colibri!"
He wasn't sure if he shouted the names aloud or if it was the sudden flood of memory, but Slay sat bolt upright, awake again. His icy blue eyes blinked at the bright light, disoriented. What had happened? How long was he unconscious? It couldn't have been long, there were still other wolves -
There was another. While he so foolishly slept, a stranger had approached! The black fur of his ruff rose aggressively, even though he could see the older female, Colibri, greeting her familiarly. What if she had been hostile? Slay had already failed the only duty he'd ever accepted, to be a protector... He slowly let the growl die in his throat, and glanced away. No harm, no foul. But still...
Ah, that's where Cercelee was. Right beside him. Slay blinked at the pretty female, offering her a lop-sided smile. Was she the one that touched him?
"Did you... You didn't happen to... How long were you standing there? Sorry 'bout that, it happens rather frequently..."
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