conan|five years|hunter|raven|tagged: x
conan woke rather later than what he would prefer. he didn't get very much sleep the previous night, which resulted in him not getting up in the early hours like the brute usually would. the camp was oddly quite. he couldn't see very many wolves, if any, and he wasn't sure where everyone was. it wasn't too late, so he assumed the rest were sleeping. conan didn't blame them, he would love to go back to sleep but be forced himself to get up and on his paws.
dakota|four years|fighter|bishop|tagged: x
after bishop had let out a howl, dakota left to retreat from her makeshift sleeping quarters and the sun was already high in the sky. she let out a bellowing yawn while stretching not so attractively. she could smell something distinctly rodent that had also emerged around the same time. she wasn't necessarily starving, but a small snack wasn't going to hurt anyone. her eyes glanced around to make sure there wasn't anyone else around before pouncing. the neck was the first to crack and it didn't take too long after that before the rabbit was no longer. she licked the remaining blood from her muzzle and took shelter in the shade of a small tree hovering above the fae.
(limo??)