For a good minute, Riddick was aware of nothing but his own snores. The smell of cherries intrigued the Faye, but did not help to rouse him. No, all that he cared about was sleep. Having been traveling outside his normal sleep pattern for days, Riddick enjoyed this little moment, drifting between dreams and waking life.
....Why did he not sleep for days on end again?
"By the Moon!" An expletive shooting out of his maw, Riddick sprung up to find the sun well on it's way to the west horizon. Surrounded by trees, the panicked wolf found himself at the edge of a cherry orchard. The very same cherry orchard in which he claimed that he would only take a very short nap. Iddi was disappointed to see that he- in all terms of the word- overslept. How could he?! How could he sleep when Flyn was still at large and Titania- possibly- in pursuit?
This is not what you trained yourself for! Berating his own negligence, Riddick shook leaves and dried cherry pits off his fur. The vigorous motion helped to wake him up a little bit more, though he was still plenty groggy. Choosing to ignore his tired state, Riddick began to run- trying to make up for lost time.
Please let Titania be okay. Moon, please let Titania be okay! He was so distracted by his thoughts- by his fears- that he didn't notice what, or who, was in his way. No, he was much to worried for his sister to be worried for himself.