Frodo || 9 Years || Male || Strays United Scavenger || M: Quilo, Temari (Ind)

As the first light of dawn filtered into the camp’s dens, many of its inhabitants began to stir for the morning – breathing life into the previously desolate camp. The sound of their paw steps could be heard ringing through the camp as they traversed the crunchy snow, likely waking a few more occupants with the noise. Frodo was one of these pack members to arise in the wake of this minor disturbance, large ears twitching to determine the location and size of the being forming them. Though, this proved to be a rather difficult task due to a certain someone…

The sound of snoring resonated through the den, bouncing off the walls and interrupting the small male’s concentration. His ears flatten against his head as he flinches slightly at the all but earth-shaking sound barrels their way into them, shaking both his eardrums and his body. Slowly peeking one brown eye open, he sends an annoyed yet moderately amused glance to the slumbering lug beside him.

Quilo laid beside him, flipped on his back with his legs sticking straight up into the air. His tail wrapped slightly around the min-pin’s body, but constantly rustled the more he dreamt. His head was in a straight line with the rest of his body, his jaws slightly parted as he snored and mumbled in his sleep. After one particular mumble, he rolled completely onto his side – back facing the small male and tail moving away from him.

The mutt couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, his one open eye crinkling in glee while the either simply scrunched up more. Although his snoring may have been annoying to some (and slightly to him in that particular moment), he couldn’t deny how endearing the whole thing was. He really couldn’t be any more care-free, could he?

Rising his head, the fawn and gray male shook his head of his prior thoughts. With a yawn, he rises – a slight case of pain flaring up in his joints at the movement. He ignores it for the most part, electing to simply stretch out the pain. Though, he made sure to put in the back of his mind that mentioning this to the alpha would be necessary…

A snort sounds from the slumbering husky beside him followed by a string of mumbles. Something about not touching “that rock?” Yeah, he had no clue what the younger canine was coming up with in that noggin’ of his. But if it was enough to cause him to run in his sleep – as he had just started doing, pawing at the nest beside him frantically – then it must be a doozy of a dream.

With small steps, Frodo pads over to the much larger canine and probs his shoulders with one of his front paws. “Up and adem, kiddo. Got a whole day ahead of us, It’s time ta get ta work,” he probes once more as he speaks.

“W-wha-?”

The fluffy canine shifts at his response, twisting his body to hold his head and shoulders up while his legs stretch out in front of him. His eyes were partially lidded and bleary, but slowly gaining some awareness as the seconds passed. His ears were a similar story – floppy due to having been laid on, but quick to per up and flicker towards the older of the two.

With a huff of amusement, Frodo padded toward the den’s entrance, inspecting the camp’s new surroundings as he waited for the taller mutt to catch up. A fresh blanket of snow lay across the ground, nearly marking the half-way point of his body. Some trails had apparently already been formed from those that had already awakened. Though, that did not make it all any less daunting.

Turning his head at the sound of approach paw-steps, a brown gaze lands upon the now fully awake Quilo peering down at him in curiosity. Offering a wide grin, he turns his gaze back to the clearing in front of them and speaks. “Looks like we’re one of the last ones awake,” his eyes flicker over the various pack members scattered around the area as he says this, “The whole pack may as well be up. Hope we didn’t miss anythin’.”

He stands there for a few more seconds, contemplating his next course of action as he did so. Behind him, he could hear the sound of a certain canine padding off following a friendly offer – something about going to ask a friend of his if any tasks had been handed out. Frodo only gave him a small grunt of acknowledgement.

After mulling over his options, the miniature pinscher finally settles upon the idea of staying put for the time being. Between the snow being bound to cause aches in his joints and the fluff ball doing a bit of digging, there wasn’t much pushing him to stumble his way through the tall layers of snow. So, with perked ears, the fawn and gray male settles down on his haunches and waits for any sort of development to occur.