Standing My Ground

Squinting Álarr stuck his head outside of his den and sighed. The clouds were growing thicker in the sky and the wind had shifted back to the north. Spring had started only a few days ago but it seemed like winter wasn't quite ready to give up. He was no weather expert but he was willing to bet that snow was on the way again. Álarr knew he should get up, it was late morning already but the shift in the weather made him want to just stay inside his den all day. The wind was picking up, the clouds were darkening. Paws gently pushed into his stomach as he looked down to see Afi open his mouth wide in a yawn. "Is it morning already," asked the cat.

Álarr sighed and nodded."I suppose we ought to get up." Instead he just laid his head down on his forelegs as he watched the wind ruffle the grass and the trees. Afi didn't reply and as he looked down he realized the cat had already fallen back asleep. Well, with his little drill seargent asleep maybe he could get a few more winks himself. His ears flicked forward as he thought he heard movement. "Valdís?" He wouldn't be surprised if the warrior was there to forcibly get him up and training.