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Time: 10:00 AM
Season: Early winter
Weather: Cold and clear
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Shadow | Alpha | L-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Shadow stepped out of the Alpha den and into the camp of the Lightning Pack. There was a chilling breeze in the already cool air of the winter that had begun to set in, making the Alpha shiver despite her long white coat. Shadow scanned the camp, catching sight of her former Trainee and the newest Warrior of the Pack, Smoke, and giving the grey Warrior a stiff nod. Perhaps she should have felt closer to the young Warrior, as her former trainer, but sky-dogs, that wolf had caused trouble!
Smoke | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
"Good moooorning!" Smoke howled. It was mid-morning. Surely others should be awake by now, right? Of course, with the cold season setting it, it was getting harder and harder to inspire oneself to get out of bed. Even Smoke, ever the early-bird, had begun to feel it. So what did she do? Why, go out of her way to wake up earlier and earlier, of course!
Toby | Hunter | L-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Toby groaned, opening one eye as he heard the call of the eager young Warrior. Smoke was not that much younger than Toby himself, a year, give or take, but she had the energy of a Pup! Sometimes endearing, sometimes irritating, he decided this time around, it was the latter. However, the sun was up. So the mottled grey Hunter pulled himself out of his nice, warm nest and out into the cold of the open air, frowning at the dwindling prey pile. Gotta get THAT fixed.
Leo | Warrior Trainee | L-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Leo had been awake for a while. He had always found it hard to stay asleep long once the sun was up, den or otherwise, and perhaps he was still a bit anxious. The Pack was his home. His mother was there. He had been born there and had for a few months trained as a Warrior Trainee. Then he had disappeared, and since his return not quite a month ago, things just hadn’t felt right. Most of these wolves had known each other most of their lives, meanwhile, he tried to be upbeat and cheerful, but he just...wasn’t a part of it most of the time. He dwelled on that thought for a while as he made his way over to the prey pile and snatched a finch, not much meat on it, but it would have to be enough.
Fish | Warrior | L-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Fish was up immediately at Smoke's call...and proceeded to fall with a THUD out of her tree branch, not too high up for this very reason. She was quite comfortable in her nest on the thick tree branch, but even after two years of sleeping up there, she had yet to master the art of not falling out. However, she stood and stood out her thick-furred grey pelt, then stared around to see who else was up before she would head to the river. Was there anything that needed to be done right away, or anyone who needed help with something?
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Max | Alpha | F-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Max woke. He had much to think about, and his mind started spinning as soon as his eyes were open. Sorting through all the things that needed to get done, all the additional things he himself had to sort out. Sky-dogs...I don’t think most wolves realize how much goes into being Alpha. He himself was guilty of the same, but over the years, he’d begun to sort it all out. He paused to gently lick his mate's cheek, then slid out of the den, twisting to groom back his thick-furred black pelt.
Arian | Warrior | F-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Arian dipped her head to the Alpha as he emerged, but did not speak. She had been up early, as always, probably awake for a couple hours now, but when she’d wakened, not many wolves had been up, and most certainly not enough to take out a border guard! How frustrating. So for the time being, she had settled down to nibble on the carcass of a small, thin rabbit. That was okay. Arian was a tiny wolf all-in-all. She did not require as much food as some of the larger, bulkier wolves.
Catania | Hunter Trainee | F-Pack | Tagging: Open | Location: Camp
Catania did not want to be awake. No, it was cold and the air was always moist now, even when it was clear. She was not used to winter. However, she couldn’t lounge about forever, so reluctantly groomed back her wispy grey-silver fur and stepped outside. The prey pile was next to nothing. I won’t eat just yet, then. I’ll leave that for the others, wait until after the pile has been a bit better stocked. She decided, gazing at it, almost disheartened by just how small it had become in such a short period of time.