Will wakes slowly. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but this is hardly the first time he's been disoriented while waking up. He feels creaky as he rolls slightly. His mouth is dry, but he doesn't have a headache (not one of his usual "oops, I lost time" ones, anyway). He can smell Malcolm and the dogs. He's warm and he can feel fur under his hand.

He finally cracks open his eyes while he pets whichever of his dogs managed to curl up with him, and it's...Malcolm, as it turns out. He clears his throat, hugs the wolf and manages to croak out. "Uh...morning?"