Sleeping Beauty

Probably the best part of growing up was all the newfound freedom Rogue had been given by his parents. As a yearling, he was free to roam about wherever he pleased, do as he wanted (so long as he didn't do something stupid to upset Mom), and enjoy the perks of being a prince of the most powerful pack in the land. What more could a young adult male want! The world was his oyster and he was hellbent on making the most of his life, just like his once-vagabond father. Today's adventures brought the young Klein prince out to the nearby willow forest just to the north of his home's borders. A short trip across some more arid territory found him on lush grass and loamy soil, the scent of dew and the sound of the babbling streams that fed the thick willow woods making for a serene and peaceful environment.

Being the heart of winter, there was still snow on the ground and the days were cold, just enough that Rogue was able to see his breath on every exhale, but not as bitterly cold as the northern territories were. Large paws crunching through the thin layer of snow dusting the ground, Rogue maneuvered and weaved between the willow trees, humming a soft tune to himself as he gazed in awe at the massive trees surrounding him, every so often ducking through the curtains of fronds to see what the underneath of these stunning trees looked like. He was in his own little world at the time—which was why it came as such a surprise to him when he ducked his head through a curtain of willow fronds and found himself staring at one of the most unique looking wolves he'd ever seen in his life, hidden away beneath a massive willow like a princess behind a gossamer curtain.

"Oh, hello! Sorry, I, uh, didn't know anyone was going to be under here," he apologized with a sheepish smile to the stranger, hoping he hadn't startled her with his sudden appearance.

"Rogue Klein"