bison only sleep for short periods at a time, you knew that much.

as you glanced down at charles, who lay resting on his back with an arm thrown lazily over his eyes to shield them from the travelling sun, you knew that was true.

'not asleep. resting my eyes.'

he insisted, his voice husky and gruff through his state.

he wasn't lazy, he did all the work he could manage. so hey, the bison did deserve some rest.