A low rumble vibrated along Lugh's sternum as he settled in deep comfort. Maybe he should nap out here more often—he never realized just how comfortable it was. It was warmed by the sun, the grasses and the soft soil beneath it serving as a natural cushion beneath his body—far more comfortable than the packed earthen ground in the dens—and the fields were quiet.

...too quiet.

All of a sudden did the winds shift, the silence murdered so brutally by a heavy footfall—no, not a simple pace, a leap. Right towards him.

Weight slammed into his belly, and Lugh let out a heavy grunt, huffing out all the air that filled his lungs. He bristled, eyes wide. An ambush—dammit! He was too relaxed! He never should've trusted the quiet!

Lugh pressed a hind paw into the mystery attacker's stomach to throw them off, growling as he shoved back just hard enough to throw them off. He swiftly twisted back onto his paws and turned with teeth beared—

Aisling?!???!

What the— AISLING! Lugh's brows furrowed with sheer indignance. His hackles remained raised like the back spine of a dinosaur. Not out of hostility now, simply out of anger. What is wrong with you?!?