Post by Apatu on Jan 2, 2019 2:11:27 GMT -5
Ragnar hadn't slept a wink for approximately a day and a half. For the entirety of the first day he had pretty much spent his time patrolling, as Mohawk had taken the pups with him to either train or watch them by himself. He had taken them off of the other Kennari's paws towards the end of the day, enough to do another physical exercise with them. Or at least the ones that didn't have any broken paws and could walk. He had then spent the rest of the night patrolling, with a break to take down this one deer who's scent had crossed his path.
Sleep had evaded him, for a multitude of reasons. Numerous thoughts plagued his mind about the wolf he and Ryoki had come across that had mentioned his father's name. And possible plans for the Guardians of Syndrana Pack and how Ragnar would prepare. And he also just.. couldn't sleep. Sometimes it was as simple as that. And he spent the morning doing his normal Kennari duties training some of the pups, and had gone on yet another patrol mid-day. Which caused him to stop for a drink at the large Lake Hook.
Currently, Ragnar was splayed out on his right side a few feet from the water's edge. His eyes were closed, and his face peaceful as he slept soundly, a faint snore rumbling from his muzzle. The side of his face with his scar was displayed upward, toward the sky that was white with light-colored clouds and his chest expanded and shrunk slowly, with his breathing. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, which didn't bother Ragnar in the slightest. The lake's edge was starting to freeze over, though it was an extremely thin layer thus far and a squirrel would fall through if one attempted to cross. Fast asleep.