Early morning.
Sachiel had been testing his luck with his excursions away from the Edge. He’d been fortunate to escape the coyotes unscathed and keep mostly to himself, but the number of coyotes lingering around the shallows was alarming. He felt useless confining himself to the pack territory and typically spent most of his time wandering aimlessly along the borders; marking them and searching for prey to bring back to the caches. Sometimes he’d pester Pumpkin Eyes to join him, but he had been spending an unusual amount of time on his own. Maybe it was part of growing up, or being a teenager. He just hoped that his closest friend and Edge Lords didn’t think he was avoiding them, or didn’t want to be around anymore. He was just being moody, or whatever.
The gangly youth was sprawled out beside the mirror-like water in an attempt to soak up as much sunlight as possible before retreating into the trees one more. He usually snuck out of the main den before the others to enjoy a few moments of solitude (and silence) by the water’s edge before starting his day. Today, however, his solitude did not last long. But it wasn’t the appearance of a packmate that ruined Sachiel’s time alone. No—it was a bug. A red and black-spotted bug. And it had landed on the tip of his nose. He blinked, his cream-coloured brows pinching tight as he attempted to blow the insect off with a sharp exhale. Unfortunately, the creature did not budge and clung on, causing the corners of his mouth to fall. He extended his lower lip and blew straight up, but the persistent ladybug refused to move. His expression darkened as a defeated sigh escaped him before he lowered his chin to his paws. Whatever. The bug could stay there.