Morning Routine

A naturally reserved wolf, Lynvarr tended to keep to himself unless prompted otherwise. He intended to try and push his boundaries more but he had yet to actually practice this. Instead he began his morning as he did every morning, by going on patrol. It was a lovely morning. While chilly, the wind for once was still and the sunlight shone through the trees of Dove Island. The birds were singing and cooing and Lynvarr knew he should take in the nice weather while it was here just in case the weather took another cold turn. He paused for a moment as he caught a suspicious scent on the border and after further inspection realized it was a coyote. With the young pups he'd need to keep an eye out.