Bored like hell

Kraft was laying somewhere in the wood. His head on hsi paws, his ears back with annoyance. The black wolf, eyes half closed, was watching the surrounding. He was bored. Well usually when he was bored he'll go to the tavern to have a drink but he had rip his last human clothes and didn't had any money to buy some. It wasn't like drinking, the owner knew him and he knew you would better give him a drink without complaining, he paid him each month anyway.

The male got on his back, watching the blue sky between the trees' branch, his tail wagging from time to time. It's been a long time since he had met a real wolf, not all those human shape shifter that turned in one. Well right now he would even like to see one, he could have a little fight, to spend some time... Kraft wasn't pleased at all, he always hated to be bored.