Falon
Falon continued sleeping, uninterrupted by anything, which was more than most nights. He had a den, but preferred to sleep in the open, even if it were raining. He had disliked closed spaces ever since his horrible time in the crate adrift at sea. He also detested unnatural darkness, such as the pitch-black of a cave or such. The dark of night did not perturb him as much though, as it was only natural that the sun sink below the horizon at the conclusion of each day. He had taken all these fears into consideration when he chose - although it was seemingly random - his place to sleep. He often slept in the day whenever he was bored or had nothing of importance to do, so when his nightmares kept him up at night he was still well rested the next day.
Sari
Sari stood in the river for a long time before she saw the telltale flash of silver that meant a fish was coming. She looked carefully, then lunged at where the fish was heading, not where it was. The fish was so fast that, even accounting for the space she had given herself to catch up with the fish, it almost escaped her seeking paws. It did not though, and as soon as her paws pinned the fish, she dove her head under the water and snared the still-wriggling fish in her jaws. She shook it vigorously until it was still. Then she carried it to shore, and, panting, dug in.
