Deverick - M - Suboridante - Mention(s): [Open]

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Deverick woke up, and the first thing he noticed was the lack of a marching band inside his head, and his legs felt a lot better.

Well, that was definitely a significant improvement. Gingerly, he stood up from where he had carelessly flopped himself in the corner of the burrow, and found that his legs actually worked, for the first time since yesterday.

Now that he had regained movement through feet without feeling like his legs were butter and he was a brick or something, he already felt much better. His coat had dried overnight, and while it was still a bit crusted from the evaporation, he still felt much better than yesterday.

Such was a good night's sleep, in his opinion. The marching band and butter legs were gone, which meant he could actually move! His older sister had been worried for him yesterday - that was how bad it had been. She never usually cared if he lived or died. So... surely she'd... no longer care anymore now that he was better.

Deverick's mood sunk a little bit. But then, really, she never did care. So it'd be no different.

He nosed around a bit, and saw a few scuffle marks near the entrance of the burrow. So, she had slept somewhere here - or it was someone else. But more likely to be her. Nonetheless, she was gone, and Deverick didn't bother to follow her. She was probably off on one of her "scouting expeditions" or whatever she told Merlin these days.

Instead, he just poked his nose out of the burrow, then instantly retreated as she realized the grass was still wet, the outside was still cold, and he did not exactly want to go out just yet.

So he kind of just sat at the entrance for a bit.

Timber felt Night and Boa around him, and the sun shining in the den slightly. He opened his mouth, drinking in the many scents around him: The wolves piled next to him, the dirt and dried grass beneath him, and the other scents outside waiting for life to come at them. He turned over, careful not to poke Boa as he moved. He could feel the sun move through the den, and knew he would soon have to wake.

He stretched, his paw barely grazing Night's back. Blinking open his deep green eyes, he smiled and sat up, nodding his head in a greeting to black-furred female. "Morning." He whispered, before lifting his leg to scratch where the collar around him was. He looked around, crouching to whisper in Night's ear. "Shall we go outside? It was hard to see last night and I want to see where we are."

Recon | Beta | Male | M: Everyone (IND)

Recon's nose wrinkled as the rays of sunlight hit his face, bright morning light waking the large male. His blue eyes fluttered open and he looked around, finding a few of the others already up. He pushed himself onto his paws, lowering his head and shaking out his fur, which had a few burrs matted into it, before he dropped into a stretch. His chest hit the crisp grass below him and he could feel a few bugs try to escape being crushed. It was a disgusting feeling, one he didn't especially desire to feel again, small objects hitting his fur before disappearing to a new clump of grass. When he stood back up, a large yawn escaped him, lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth before he closed his mouth again.

Recon's head hung lower than usual that morning, dark circles beneath his eyes as if he had stayed up late the night before. He also didnt go around to check on those who were sleeping to make sure they were all alright without them knowing about it. Instead the male padded out of the camp, feeling his paw pads hit the hard ground, claws digging in to gain better traction. His eyes closed for a bit, steps lengthening until he was taking loping strides. The events of the day before still weighed heavy on his heart and he just wanted to escape them, to run out his emotions so he could feel like himself again. He needed to feel like himself again. His pack needed him to feel like himself again. And Recon knew it but he at the moment, he couldn't stop the rejection and sadness that clouded his mind.

Eventually he found himself away from everyone else, at the top of a small hill where he could lay down and think without others around. He slowly laid down, resting his head on his paws and letting out a slow breath as he closed his eyes. The sun beating down on his back made his fur shine but it felt uncomfortably warm as the dark browns absorbed the light.