[color=00a99d][b][center]Marrec Olivier[/center]
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A loud, grating snore startled the large man awake, his dark eyes flicking blearily around to locate the source of the noise. Belatedly, Marrec realized he was the one that had made the noise, since the den was otherwise deserted. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he allowed his sensitive ears to notice several moving bodies around the house, though the sounds were faint, given that the individuals were werewolves. Well, except that one fellow... he tended to stomp around like he was testing the ground for faulty spots. Marrec had never understood what went into heavy footfalls, especially when they were from relatively small women who seemed the shake the ground in their passing. Density, maybe. Chortling at his own thoughts, the man moved so that he was sprawled across the gargantuan couch, his skin given an orange cast from the nearby blazing hearth. His dark eyes were heavily hooded, slivers gleaming forth to catch the play of shadows along the walls.

[i]I should probably be with the packer leader[/i], he thought drowsily. Except the other enforcer was, since they tended to take turns while in the house. No need to have two hulking shadows in such an enclosed space, in Marrec's opinion. Dozing on the couch wasn't likely to help his status as a shoddy enforcer, but the man wasn't inclined to care much – he could do his job, with or without the criticisms. Besides, nobody had openly snarked in his direction since the last fight. Except the Geri, who showed clear distrust of his abilities whenever they were in the same room together. Harrumphing rather loudly, Marrec fluffed the pillows behind his head. By the trail of stronger scents wafting through the house, his strongest critic was currently nearby. Luckily it was mostly silent glares and less nagging, because he was starting to fall asleep again and didn't relish the idea of being forced awake for a berating by the Geri, who outranked him for dominance and would until he decided to fight for a different status. 

Mouth slowly opening as he fell back asleep, Marrec's body loosened with unconsciousness, sending one arm flopping off the end of the couch and light snores to once more begin. If he dreamed, if was likely of brownies or steaks, maybe a few white-tailed deers.