don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed
He felt like he was hung over. But, he hadn't taken any forbidden fruit, or fermented apples. A groan emitted from his throat, and he shifted his stiff body, trying to roll over. He should just get up, but he didn't want to leave the den. He wanted to stay a little longer, in the empty space. Fall back to dreamless sleep, where his thoughts did not try to tear him apart. Who would care if he had a lazy day for a change?
It was easier here to avoid the nightmare outside. The scent his body wanted to succumb to. Eyes blinked, he tried to focus on one of the furs on the other side of the den. It took a moment for it to sharpen, but eventually it did, and he pulled himself out into the sunlight. The sun seemed to mock him, out in full force, he had to shut his eyes. Muttering, "Damn thing, when he sought an untouched piece of snow, and began to roll against it. Ridding himself of some of his shedding hair. He shouldn't have laid down, now he wanted to stay on his back, staring at the blue sky. He really needed to check to see how Bojack and Nimble were. What Sven and Attica may be up to, and Ravenna. She had to have the god awful stink too. A huff he came to a sit, thinking about where to start first.