She lay in the den, still in the same spot that she and Levi passed out in. Arcus was not sure if he was awake yet, so she hadn't wanted to jostle him unnecessarily. Her head resting on her paws, her summer-green eyes wandered the small world they inhabited. As the blizzard hadn't really let up at all, more snow had fallen over the entrance. They were nearly encased in here, the den sealed up again for who knows how long, but there was still an opening the size of about a large rabbit, and the pale grey-yellow light of a snowstorm-morning spilled lazily onto the cave floor. The morning was gentle and hazy, the snow continued to fall outside, though at a pace that was far less ferocious than the one that drove them in here.
In this light things looked startlingly different. Or was it Arcus who was different? She could see the roots—the decor—hanging and little dust motes floating about. There was maybe some more loose dirt that had been knocked from the walls or the ceiling in the pack part of the den. Arcus thought the den would have looked more the same, but she would have felt way more different.
Nothing was as different or as startling as she had imagined it. It felt natural.
But the fact that it was gone, the good ole V card, that was different, that was exciting. It didn't matter that she felt very much the same, probably. This was something cool and new! And Arcus had a boyfriend. He was here, and he hadn't taken off in the middle of the night. Levi was a rulebreaker, so perhaps she should not have put it past him.
Lazily, she yawned and turned over towards him. "Morning," she breathed.