- Cold. Enough so that it crept through his fur towards his skin even as he curled into a tight ball against it. Ouryu had been awake for a time, not long but enough, but had yet to move. Until something hit him, drawing a startled yip from the male as a flurry of white was kicked up by him jumping to his paws. Only to find himself face to face with. With... the lead fighter. This was the pack's lead fighter. Ouryu's ears pressed back slightly. "I... apologize... for being in the way," he murmured. Why had he been outside? In the snow, it dawned on him now as he looked around. It was little wonder it had been cold.
It was a mystery, and not one he expected to be solved. But that was fine. More important was that... the lead fighter was okay, and golden brown eyes focused on the male in front of him to be sure.
Kiri :: Female ::4y 1m :: Fighter :: Red Moon Pack :: ~no tags
- Kiri was slow to waking, but she was even slower to move. Content to stay curled in her little nest. Eventually, once she heard more movement outside she finally did, a luxurious stretch heralding the fact that she was awake before she shook bits of debris from her fur. A blanket of snow greeted her as she padded from the den and into the camp proper -- white as far as the eye could see, such wonderful camouflage for her specifically. She should have slept outside, covered in undisturbed snow, with a well-picked location no one would have ever found her. Ah if only. Barely a few months ago she wouldn't have had to worry, but now she took orders, apparently. A novelty at the least even if it was.. an adjustment, to do so.
She'd probably be pulled for some patrol or another now that she'd made it so clear that she was awake. Such was her life now.