Flynn gave a sleepy grunt in return, then slowly forced his eyes open. The nap had turned into a deep day slumber and he was dead tired when Peter's excited voice woke him up. All his limbs felt heavy and God, he swore it couldn't be later than early afternoon. What a horrible time to be awake.

Turning his head he glanced over at Peter and grimaced. "Mmmrh." Rubbing at his face he yawning heartily and muttered something that sounded like 'totally need a coffin'. Then he paused, fanning his fingers open and peeking out at the face looking back at him and its distinct lack of fur and wolf features.

"Oh hey, you're back. Are you okay? What time is it...?"