((OOC: Warning, I have an unnaturally heavy writer's block as of yesterday, so my posts will be short and choppy. It most likely will stay like that for a few more posts, so please bear with me, 'kay? ^.^))
Amoux shifted and opened her eyes. Raising her head, she blinked blearily, trying to clear away the thick cloud of tiredness that seemingly made its home in her skull every morning. Widening her jaws in a wide yawn, Amoux struggled to her feet, still a bit unsteady. Then, she arched her back in a stretch, before trotting out of the den. The cold air aided in her recovery to normal, and she never really liked just shutting down for sleep. Blinking several times, she trotted in a circle, running a wide-eyed gaze over the rest of the pack members. Even as an adult, she still found life to be exciting and interesting. Everything fascinated or delighted her. But now, she has a duty as the Lead pursuant. She cannot do foolish things anymore.