- rank. hunter__pack. dawn pack__mentions. --__tags. ouroboros, keenan
- The den Chenoa slept in was filled with thick, dense air, a bad start to a perfectly fine day. She took her time rolling up onto her paws, feeling her tense limbs first resist the movement, only to settle with each passing breath she took. She wasn’t a fan of the mugginess, although in all fairness, who was? She wasn’t pleased with the summer season in general, which, as a hunter, her feelings towards it were almost ironic, given that prey was far more active during the warmer months. It was difficult when the blooming greenery was so quick to give her white coat away. On the other hand, though, Chenoa was always down for a good challenge. Every wolf had their strengths as well as their weaknesses, this inconvenient struggle of hers was simply an opportunity to combat the personal fault. It all came down to the day, really.
She noticed with barely any hesitation that Ouroboros was nowhere to be seen when she first stepped away from the coverage by the den, suggesting he had gone for an early morning trot around the woods. She wasn’t going to bolt into the heart of the forest in a weak attempt to find him. He’d come back soon enough, hopefully with some new findings to reveal to both her and Keenan. Chenoa could feel the slight twitching in her paws, though, and she immediately pushed off into an aimless stroll before her inner voice had time to form and ridicule her for not being up and ready when Ouroboros was. Based on Keenan’s stance, she suspected he shared her feelings. It wasn’t much longer before the lead hunter reappeared through the entrance of the camp, and Chenoa took the opportunity to join both him and Keenan.
“Morning,” she greeted them both, although it was evident her attention was a bit more focused on Ouroboros, as she expected some sort of update from his short trip away. “Nice finds. How was the activity looking this morning?”
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- rank. medic__pack. dusk pack__mentions. aleck, freya, georgia__tags. open
- Nokosi had had a rough sleep, something that was far from common for the typically deep sleeper. Throughout the night he just couldn’t quite seem to figure out what exactly was driving his thoughts deeper and deeper, and frustratingly enough, his mind was equally as fuzzy when he decided to start the new day. Whatever it was, the constant up-and-down resulted in a dreadful grogginess that almost seemed to cloud his vision as he collected himself upright. Giving his head a lazy shake, Nokosi practically stumbled out of the den, eyes averted down towards the mossy forest floor to avoid the unbearable sunbeams that were already rushing to peek out from the tops of the surrounding trees. Despite pointing his focus more towards his paws than what was ahead of him, out of the corner of his eye, he caught Aleck slipping by in such a stealthy way that it was almost as if he was hunting, or perhaps the opposite, and was in the role of the hunted. Whatever the case may be, Nokosi didn’t stop to bother him quite yet. Aleck was a quiet one, thoughtful and content being in his own thoughts most often. Nokosi had figured that out working alongside him; he knew better than to interrupt unless he felt it was necessary.
Instead, Nokosi decided to complete a solo task, for upon reaching the medical den, he noticed that their selection was rather slim. The best part about collecting herbs and other necessities in the morning was that what was still growing often wasn’t picked at by the small animals until a little later on, once they were more awake and readily alert. Doing a mental count of what he should keep an eye out for, Nokosi wasted little time inside the den, eager to stretch his legs and clear his head. He attempted to catch Aleck’s eye as if to telepathically tell his packmate that he was going out to search for some goods for them, but truthfully, Nokosi wasn’t exactly sure the quiet wolf actually noticed. He’d piece it together soon enough.
Ducking his head as he moved past the makeshift entryway, Nokosi picked up the pace, trotting along contentedly. The early morning dew still sparkled against the tips of the long grass, the earthy smell a little extra strong, but just as soothing as always. Nokosi came to an abrupt stop a couple of minutes later, realizing with slight startlement just how far out he had travelled mindlessly. Oops. Almost sheepishly, as if someone was watching, he tucked his nose down towards his chest, snickering almost silently to himself at his childish daydreaming, then turned on his heel to head off towards a large clover patch he was familiar with. Only a few steps in, however, his ears perked up. Voices… Those were voices, right? Feeling his muscles grow tense, Nokosi slowed his pace down in an attempt to walk more quietly, although the long grass sweeping against his belly was of little help. It was clearer now: two feminine voices. He practically froze on the spot. He had no reason to feel like he was doing something wrong, given how the Dusk Pack border naturally came so close to Dawn Pack’s, but it wasn’t often he found himself out and about at the same time as a Dawn Pack patrol. Nokosi lifted his head once more to figure out which direction the conversing strangers had placed themselves. Maybe coming all the way out here for a few clovers wasn’t the best idea at that very moment.
