Davel Clayton had just fallen asleep. Ah, it might not be right to call him that since the owner of the Clayton surname was not him. However, he was forced to use that surname when he was in this world, and Davel was trying to get used to the name.
Even his bed in this world was different. In his world, the bed wasn't this soft, and even the pillows were quite firm under his head. However, he never complained about it even if he was the Werewolf King, and he was used to the hard feeling on his back and the back of his head whenever he slept.
Just like how he would look when he woke up, he also looked calm when he slept while continuously lying on his back instead of turning and tossing around. Even if his thoughts conflicted, he managed to drift away into dreamland when his body was too tired.