Feral Lykou time! At least he seems to be having a bit of fun with it, even if it means more delays for their journey.
Excerpt below:
After the sereva recovered, they both gathered up the wood and hauled it back to the campsite. Gleam carried as much as she could, but that still left an armload for Kuna to carry alongside the axe. It was awkward and strenuous, but they made it work. When they arrived back at the campsite, they were greeted by a strange and amusing sight- Lykou was already back, and he was rolling around on the ground for some reason, and occasionally letting out happy little barks and other noises.
“Uhhh… Kou…?” Kuna asked with a bemused expression.
Lykou immediately hopped up and swished his tail. “Oh, there you guys are! Welcome back!”
Gleam giggled as she and Kuna set the wood down. Kuna smirked and eyed the konuul. “What was that all about? Why were you, uh… rolling around?”
The canid stared at him blankly for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. “I have no idea. It just… felt right, somehow."