Note for me Khalon is about 4.5 months old.
Late at night, after midnight, Smoke, 40F/5C
The days were getting shorter and cooler, trees beginning to turn from green to vibrant reds, oranges, and on a few trees a startling yellow. The change was interesting to the tawny Valle child, who was experiencing all of this for the very first time. The smoke continued to linger, but he didn’t know any better. Had basically spent his whole life at this point under a haze and it did not appear as if that was going to change any time soon. All this meant was the boy had begun to pick up on the Valle nocturnal genes, it tended to not be so bad once the sun went down and the wind settled to a minimum.
Plus, the night gave the perfect opportunity to have a secret meeting, one he had been plotting for a little while. It had really started to form because of Torianna’s continual biting and poor sportsmanship and Khalon just wanting to get under her skin. And what better way to do that than by forming a club that she wasn’t allowed to be a part of? Near the north borders, as far from the pack den as they could get without leaving the territory Khalon lifted his muzzle and called for Tuwile, Jacynth, and Dacian, or whichever combination thereof that was awake.