NightOwl
Senior Member
On his stomach in the high grasses, Lucid put his paws over the top of his muzzle, whining and looking around, the fading light of day slowly lulling him to sleep. Somehow, it no longer took much to compel him to sleep. He'd never been this lazy before, and couldn't help but wonder it was. Tail wagging randomly to brush away the remnants of an abandoned ant hill, he watched as the displaced soil fluttered upwards in a swirl of grey. Ears pricking, he noted he was laying downwind... which was both good and bad. He didn't want the others knowing he was there, however, he wanted to be aware of anything in his blind-spots. Grunting, he sprawled out further and drifted off, slumber acting as a seductress and he the ignorant fool.