In the Morning [Crow]

[Karolek]

Karolek was pleased with the progress Arnlan had made; they'd gone from being a detached band of wolves to an actual pack, and even though he hadn't played a big part in this development, he was proud. Though he knew that it would have been wise to spend more time with his pack now that they were progressing so nicely, he'd chosen not to attend the pack hunt for a multitude of reasons. The first was curiosity: how would their new Beta be able to handle things? It was something of a test, even if Karolek had no intention of demoting Nightblood anyway. The second reason was (even though he didn't like to admit it) laziness. The Alpha much preferred lolling around to doing actual work, and even though these past few days had been quite productive, he was tired. And impatient. Work was so slow and everything had to be planned out so perfectly -- Karolek was tired of planning. He wanted to do something impulsive (and probably stupid, but that was one of those things that he wouldn't realize until after it was done).

Currently, Karolek was laying on top of a large boulder, on his back, with his head hanging over the side. Even though his hair was swinging around loosely, there was still enough there to cover his eyes; a rather impressive feat, even though it didn't appear to be intentional. The only thing completely obvious about this situation was that Karolek had either lost his mind, or was extremely bored -- both of those assumptions were probably true. Karolek, bored (crazy?) as he was, remained quiet, the one thing he was good at. Otherwise he couldn't sit still; his paws were swinging absently in the air, and he scooted around on his shoulder blades a lot, as if he were trying to find a more comfortable position. The fact that he was on a giant boulder made that pretty much impossible, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

[[this is the most horrible post ever. >_> ]]

[Bandersnatch]

These days were long and breaks rare.
It was in one of these rare times those times Crow found herself elbow deep in one of Arnlan’s deeper streams. It was the time of year for putting on weight, but she had yet to gain anything since the end of winter.
Food was plentiful now and that hadn’t so much been a problem. The problem was finding the time to eat, difficult when there weren’t more sentries to divide duties with.

She drank deeply, nose almost submerged and the tips of her forelock floating gently in the water.
Refreshed, she turned and by all intents started to make her way back towards the border.

It wasn’t until she carried on her way, passing by the same tracks as she had earlier, that she picked up on a particular smell. One so absorbed with Arnlan’s own scent that she had barely noticed it even now, on her second lap. She followed it, of course – this was her time after all, and what better to do than spend it socializing, catching up on pack gossip.

A boulder. Crow’s ears perked curiously as she slunk closer. She had an idea of who her stalkee was, of course, but she had to confirm her suspicions. Her forequarters were forced up, paw pads slapping against the rock as she stretched up, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever, whoever, was on top.
A tuft of black fur and a flash of green.
A grin spread across her the female’s face and her tail leapt to action, trying it’s darndest to whip up bits of dirt as it brushed happily against the ground.

Well hello mister Karolek sir.