Morning Routine

Venom was coming to the end of her day as the morning sun began to rise over the horizon. She easily adopted a more nocturnal kind of lifestyle. She wasn’t the most susceptible with her pale skin and white fur, but it was easier to be preventative than reactive about sun burns. She didn’t mind the darkness either, having enjoyed the night life for much of her few years. There was one more patrol to take before she could rest for a few hours. The children would be expected to take their lesson not long after the heat of the day. Venom didn’t usually sleep a full eight hours at a time, her body more naturally took two shorter sleeps throughout the day.

Her paws carried her onward when an alarming scent reached her ta the same time Lynvarr appeared before her. ”The coyotes are getting bold.” Honestly all of the other predators were becoming bold. The cold was killing off their prey animals and survival was harder and harder with the long winter.