After getting a few more minutes of sleep, the wolfeasel finally awoke. Opening his crimson eyes, he stared for a while before getting up and stretching. "I wonder if it's still there..." Feeling along his neck, he felt the two small holes. Yep, still there. Rearranging his hair into it's natural size, he left his room and began to walk downstairs. Upon reaching the kitchen, he promptly greeted everyone. "Mornin', Ptricia. Mornin', Babs." With a slow turn, he turned to look at Chris. "And good morning to you, too." His head titled back down as he literally slept where he stood. Zzzzzzzzzzz...