Where It May Lead

His first patrol as an Insomniac, the splattered monochromatic male opted to wake early after a restful sleep beneath the stars. The sun had yet to peek over the horizon, earning his skin a bit of chill as the dew clung to the grass, wetting his paws. It was pretty early for anyone to be up, but considering what kind of wolves lived in this pack, he doubted the time of day or night hardly mattered for them. It was an odd group here from what he'd observed from afar, anyway. He made his way to the Northern end, opting to start there and making his way around. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd run into someone else that would end up accompanying him.

It took a number of minutes, but he made it in due time. He had gotten used to the morning chill, and his paws were practically soaked through from the wet grasses, but it didn't bother him anymore. He didn't rush his patrol, but instead, moved at a leisurely pace so as to enjoy the morning as he waited for the sun to rise.