by Sugarkitza » Mon Dec 28, 2020 5:38 am
* * * * * * * *Munae
* * * * * * * *Gender Female Age 2.5 Years Rank Healer
* * * * * * * *Pack Hollowdusk Location camp den Tagged --
As early morning took it's turn in the day's new cycle, a sleek black muzzle seemed to dart out from between the tall, dried grasses and overhanging moss and ferns that shrouded the entrance of her den. Then it disappeared again and behind it, sitting to think, was the fae Munae herself. Resting on her haunches, she took a deep breath, allowing her lungs to fill with oxygen and her eyelids fall heavy against her face. How could anyone want to leave their den under the circumstances? It was so cold. She could sleep all day on her own, undisturbed. And yet, with the sun rising and peeking through the thin covering that hid her in darkness, she could feel the warmth seep into her thick black fur, albeit bushy and worn in some parts as her winter coat still took over, shedding a thinner coat with it's arrival. Very well." She spoke to herself silently in a low, soft tone that hardly made a dent in the silence that surrounded her. "I'll get up." Munae did just that, pulling her weight up off her mind legs to get in a standing position, light eyes soon darting around the dark little space she called her own.
Despite the difficulty in truly seeing much of anything with how the entrance was covered - and not to mention the special mosses and plants embedded into the rocky walls to provide insulation, decoration, and above all else, a greater feeling of solitude - she raised her muzzle to sniff. Plants, hardly noticed under the shrouding haze became much more clear, and with her nose Munae could distinguish even the most similar plants from one another, as though their own personal scent trails were visible to her very eyes. A good nose, the she-wolf thought to herself with the smallest of smiles breaking out against her expressionless maw, is the only thing any wolf really needs.
* * * * * * * *Baron
* * * * * * * *Gender Male Age 3.5 Years Rank Fighter
* * * * * * * *Pack Palecrest Location camp den Tagged --
Baron lay undisturbed for some time, a heaping mass of dark brown fur pulled and sticking upwards in different directions. Frosted, the fringes managed to stir and move almost independently when a breeze would roll in. After enough shivers and disgruntled murmuring, two amber eyes opened up, and the he-wolf shook himself. It sent a small amount of the frost upwards around him, but he paid it no heed, nor bothered to show any concern for the other sleeping forms around him. Lazy. He decided abruptly, coming to the conclusion that those who weren't yet trying to rise were insufficient. As soon as he stepped outside of the den and was hit with a breeze, however, Baron relented and adjusted his thinking. No. Comfortable. Even so, work was to be done.
The looming figure stretched out a bit, back paws pushing into the hard ground ever so slightly as the front half reached out. He shivered somewhat before relaxing and shaking his head, enjoying the satisfactory sensation of having loosened up. From there, he glanced around the white, snow covered clearing before moving towards the exit to the camp. Behind him, undistinguishable murmurs.
* * * * * * * *Whisper
* * * * * * * *Gender Male Age 2.5 Years Rank Scout
* * * * * * * *Pack Palecrest Location outside camp Tagged --
Standing off to the side as the bulky, dark frame passed without a word, Whisper watched, squinting slightly as he looked for which direction Baron took. The larger male, either careless or completely passing without noticing him, soon left his view. This left Whisper on his own just as before, lurking around his camp entrance and occasionally pacing, as though figuring out what to do with himself in these morning hours. He paced with unease from time to time, thoughts seeming to escape him. It created the squishing sound in the snow. What use was there in sleeping right now, when he could do something advantageous or fun? His pads could easy wear out with all this moving over the bitter cold snow, and for a few mere seconds as he blinked; he could just about imagine the crimson, warm liquid escaping to bless the earth with his very presence. Worn raw.
Foolishness.
His stomach seemed to shake return him to his own senses, recognizing the need for a good meal just about now. Oh yes, what he could do with a nice hare or venison. Still, that required effort and progress- two things he could not attain by standing around like a fool. With an irritated swish of his tail, the male slunk away from the pack's entrance and between the weathered, frozen trees to look for something he may be able to sink his maw into.
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