02-28-2019, 11:52 PM
As for West, she wasn't fond of this place. She was never one for groups, and she definitely didn't trust any of her 'clan-mates.' She slept with one eye open. But, at the same time, she was still here. She supposed it was mostly because each time she looked out towards the horizon and tried to find the will inside herself to go on, she couldn't. What was beyond this place of snow and ice? In her case, not much but danger and uncertainty. Still, it wasn't like she was safe here, not in her mind.
It wasn't uncommon for her to still be up in the late hours. She had a sleep schedule similar to Arthur's, going to bed late and waking up early. In her case, though, she was worse for wear. She was used to getting more sleep, but with the paranoia and nightmares, falling asleep and staying asleep was a challenge. It was just another thing she would have to get used to.
The falls of her paws on snow are soft, yellow eyes sharp against the darkness that fell over the landscape. She doesn't like the impaired ability to see, yet she was still out and about, mostly looking for something to occupy herself with. She got restless staying cooped up in the room she was temporarily staying in. The last thing she was expecting, though, was to hear someone making such noise.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she quietly stalked over towards the light of the fire, crouching where the embers or wind couldn't reach her and give her presence away. Luckily she realized this was a Snowbounder before she ended up pouncing. Still, she stayed hidden as she was, trying to decide whether to make herself known or sneak away. Eventually she gave up the mental war and stood.
"Whatever you're doing is dangerous. Someone could sneak up on you and you wouldn't even notice until their teeth were in your neck." the female points out as she steps forward, keeping a safe distance away from him. The warmth from the fire was nice, though.
It wasn't uncommon for her to still be up in the late hours. She had a sleep schedule similar to Arthur's, going to bed late and waking up early. In her case, though, she was worse for wear. She was used to getting more sleep, but with the paranoia and nightmares, falling asleep and staying asleep was a challenge. It was just another thing she would have to get used to.
The falls of her paws on snow are soft, yellow eyes sharp against the darkness that fell over the landscape. She doesn't like the impaired ability to see, yet she was still out and about, mostly looking for something to occupy herself with. She got restless staying cooped up in the room she was temporarily staying in. The last thing she was expecting, though, was to hear someone making such noise.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she quietly stalked over towards the light of the fire, crouching where the embers or wind couldn't reach her and give her presence away. Luckily she realized this was a Snowbounder before she ended up pouncing. Still, she stayed hidden as she was, trying to decide whether to make herself known or sneak away. Eventually she gave up the mental war and stood.
"Whatever you're doing is dangerous. Someone could sneak up on you and you wouldn't even notice until their teeth were in your neck." the female points out as she steps forward, keeping a safe distance away from him. The warmth from the fire was nice, though.