Pendugo - Fighter - Male - Mentions: Amarok, Leaf
I slowly padded out of the shadow of the pack's den, still sleepy and not entirely registering the world around me. It was already rather bright in the morning - how did I manage to sleep so late? - but I dismissed it. Maybe I just had a rough night.
The morning birds chirped and the forest sighed to itself as I sauntered up to a helpful tree, and in it's shade I relieved myself. Nothing like an early-morning necessity to do.
Looking around, I spotted Amarok returning to the den. From the distance that I was at, it appeared that he had some sort of plant in his mouth. Unusual, I thought. But maybe he had just found some in the forest, and decided to bring it back for Leaf.
I felt a sudden stab of uselessness. The humans hadn't bothered us in more than a week. Everyone seemed to have a useful role - and here was I.
Granted, I did know that if they ever did try to come at us again, I was first line of defense - but until then, I wasn't entirely sure what I was to do. I still wanted to be in the role that I am in - but that didn't mean from time t time during periods of peace I wouldn't feel slightly out of sorts.
Amarok had disappeared into the forest by then. I hesitated, unssure whether I should have tried to follow him into the forest. At least it would have given me something to do, despite I would be rather poor at it. But something would have been better than nothing, I supposed.
The hunters would probably be out catching small things by now - Nightingale was still having a nap - and here was I with nothing to do.
I could have tried my (rather poor) skills at hunting - but what would be the use of that? We already had a steady supply of food from our hunters, we didn't need much more.
I aimlessly trotted towards the herb meadow. With nothing really to do, and the den all silent, I wanted to be able to talk to someone - and tracking the hunters wasn't really feasible, and neither was waking whoever was still in the den. Surely at least I could be around Leaf, who would probably be out there already.
Sure enough, I crested the knoll that seperated the treeline from the meadow, and Leaf was ambling around the meadow, clearly looking for something, and carrying a bundle of herbs in her mouth.
I sighed, slightly relieved. At least there was somebody I could talk to that was awake, and that I could be with without accdientally disturbing whatever they were doing.
With renewed purpouse, I trotted out of the treeline and down the knoll to say good morning to Leaf.