K O D E A S
[male-knight-four y/o]
[with-no one . status-in camp, calm . mentions- Delphi, Avery]
The pack was waking.
Kodeas had only just awakened moments ago himself, to his slight shame. He had enjoyed sleeping in in his younger years, but ever since joining the pack sees necessity in awakening early. It was hard to resist, this particular morning, however; It was colder than usual, due to the early onsets of winter, a bitter promise of what everyone knew was to come. The chill outside had made his den even warmer than usual, with the extra insulation from the snow, and his past smarts at making it just big enough for himself and maybe one other if they truly squished together. Bringing himself out of it had been a effort, but nature had called and that was something he couldn't say no to.
His walk back to the pack's site was a cold one as he made his path through both new and older snow, the frigid slush squelching between his toes unpleasantly, and he dropped his head as he crossed the clearing to where he would find his den. It was set back into the trees a little, hidden behind a large pine whose ancient roots had grown over another log and a large boulder, his den cupping into the little alcove it had created. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was where he'd be making his home; it gave him a out of the way view of the main area of the pack, set far enough back that had little traffic besides himself, and close enough that should he need to come quickly, he could.
Now returned to his den, he lays with his front paws and the top half of his torso out to the elements, snow brushed log above him shading his face. He quietly watches the camp, regarding the various wolves on their business with a solemn eye; he perked his ears as Delphi went to wake Avery, and felt a small lightness in his chest at the kind gesture. It was nice to see, especially in these turbulent times of recently changed leadership.
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K I T
[female-huntsman-four y/o]
[with-no one . status-in camp, cheerful . mentions-]
Kit, as per usual, was just returning from her morning run. Ever since she was barely scratching adolescence rather than puphood, her mother had woken her and taken her on morning runs, which Kit continues to this day religiously, rain, shine, or snow. It cleared her head and helped her prepare for the day, and she has kept herself is top shape with the exercise. She often goads her brother into running, and he does so often, but understands that occasionally she needs a morning for herself. This was one of those runs.
Her lungs bit inside her chest with the chill of the air, and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she trotted back into camp. It was nice to see a few faces, and she nods to Delphi as she passes by. Shes near the back of camp, not close enough for it to be deemed socially acceptable to address the nobles up front. She doesn't mind; she wouldn't want to now anyways, dripping saliva through her pants from her intensive run. She instead goes straight for her own den, situated more in the camp than her brothers' but only just. It even uses the same old fallen log that his does; hers is in front of his by a few yards, a stone's toss, but sees much more traffic and is more readily visible. She likes it that way, and enjoys the presence of others around her, as well as the small plants that grow at it's entrance due to the ready presence of her body heat and protection of the log.. It's a beautiful morning, but of course, it's hard to find a ugly one.