Who: Sköll, OPEN Where: A park bench somewhere downtown NY When: Friday afternoon What: Lazy wolf
It's summer. Sköll likes summer, despite coming from a land known for its ice and snow. When you've chased the sun for millenia you get used to the warmth. Of course, Sòl doesn't shine nearly as bright or as hot as he remembers, but he's used to that by now. It's been centuries since he was close enough.
Today, he's decided to be lazy. Not that either he or his brother have any major plans he's actually ignoring in favour of some relaxation. There's no hunting to be done and any provisions they want or need are well stocked. It's more the principle of the thing.
Sköll has appropriated a park bench along a busy street, long legs stretched out in front of him with no care or concern for who's way they might be in. Anyone who questions or comments about it are met with a low growl and they smartly decide to let it go and hurry on their way.