- The morning was new, the horizon was kissed with sunlight as his gentle paws beat the ground. Gentle vibrations caused the dew to drip from the leaves that had been cradling them. Ragnars' breath came out of his muzzle as steam, for the air was still chilled. The brute stopped and looked around; his morning run wa always the same, Around the territory and then a walk through the dens. He had always gotten up in the morning for this to clear his head before the day. His nose took in the smell of other wolves whom had either just woke up, or were rustling in their sleep.
After his run, Ragnar padded back into the den space, greeting wolves who passed him, and smiling at pups who cuddled with their mothers for an extra few moments of sleep. Red would most likely be up now.









