Being the kingdom's fattest wolf takes quite a bit of effort, so few things are as much of a delight than to rest and settle in after a particularly satisfying meal that lasts from twilight to the very first rosy hint of dawn over the dunes...

Yasuf, the plump dog, reflected with a smile that after all, night indeed belonged to the wolves. And as such... such superstition held visions of starved, gaunt shadowy strides, fur and bone and sinew of unsatisfied hunger and restless, dark malice.
Oh, though, how much a jewel was the wolf he loved, then, for the precious alchemy Uwais alone wove. Just looking at how fat he'd grown, how decadently plush he'd blossomed, was enough to know the spell Uwais cast over those his girth enraptured.

Those fortunate enough to have him grace their tent would find the cold desert nights transformed to a velvety blanket of sapphire. Every troubled dream, every fear and uneasy thought; when midnight concentrated and refined these demons, Uwais's incredible size would then fill the tent opening.
Oil-glossened fur enwreathed the moon's platinum haze. It glistened against cushion-soft curves that refined the light into an angelic glow, driving sulking shadows from every corner.
All at once his enormous size would draw in close, sheltering from the wind, bringing with him the fire's warmth; the cloudy incense of smoke yet suffused in his bare fur. Returning the memory of peace.

Some truly wonderful artwork by  kittydee thanks so much for rendering Uwais so splendidly!