The red wolf, Moonfang, had fallen asleep in the outdoors again. Not that that was too unsual for the former feral. He sometimes forgot he had a home with a roof, and so, after a few bouts of drinking, he would simply lay down, fast asleep, until the morning sun woke him.<br/><br/>In this case he looked more wolfish than man, his head set down upon his paw like hands, and his legs curled close as he laid on his belly. His mouth, despite his size, was open enough that the lips touched the ground, providing easy access to the cavernous maw as he gently breathed in and out.