He had found it hard peeling himself away from the den that morning. It was early and still somewhat dark from the clouds smothering the sun. Romanov had found it too cold to go back to sleep no matter who he tried to steal warmth from. Groggily he stumbled out of the den. The young Archer boy worked his way towards his favorite stone to lay on. The stone certainly didn't seem as big as it did just two or three months ago but it still had plenty of room for him to sprawl out on.
Slowly he climbed up the stone, laying down on the cool surface as it sucked away the heat from his fur. The piebald boy let out a soft sigh, eyes still heavy with sleep. He allowed his lids to come together as amber eyes hid away from the world. He likely would have felt better if he stayed in the den but it would be no use. Eventually, everyone would drift out to go do their jobs and he'd be left alone. It was better to be alone in his favorite spot than it was to be alone in the den. Maybe he'd get lucky and the sun would come out to warm him.