Despite her slow progress towards becoming an asset to the pack, Calanthe still wasn't one for early mornings. She was determined to enjoy the ability to sleep in while she could still get away with it - and by that she of course meant as long as her own conscience allowed her to do so without wringing her gut into guilty little knots. The line between caution and laziness could be a ridiculously thin one.
The morning sunlight had turned from fire gold to pale white, flooding the territory with bright, clear light by the time the pale woman finally dragged herself outside. She paused to stretch a second time, her back popping as something that had knotted up in her sleep finally released itself with one good roll of her spine. The nightmares were still bothersome, and with the clarity of full wakefulness and basking in the warming sunlight Calanthe found herself more frustrated than frightened by their persistence. Honestly, was one good night's sleep so difficult to ask for?
And they were twice as frustrating now that the pack had welcomed two more newcomers, both around Calanthe's age... and one of whom, according to what she had been able to overhear, ranked lower than her purely because she was a senior member to the other woman. That was... not good. That was actually decidedly bad. Calanthe had shared the lowest rank with Lumusi and Mateu until the day Spirit's Gambol had burned, and had enjoyed the same rank here. She hoped to become a hunter for the Crest, but honestly, how could she hold any authority over anyone else here? It was jarringly wrong. She was a subordinate. It was all she knew.
She wondered if her thrashing and squealing last night had disturbed either newcomer. She hoped not; they needed their rest after so long out in the wilds, though neither looked quite as miserable as she was sure she initially had. Bad enough she held rank over Moraxia despite being physically inferior to the other woman - she didn't need to be disturbing her sleep, too, the way she was certain she must disturb her other pack mates.
She shook her mane out with an irritated snort. What a wonderful way to begin the morning! She needed to find something more productive to do - like, say, explore the territory again, though by now she was certain she had already seen all of it. It wouldn't hurt her to stay familiar with its layout, and a little mental mapping would hopefully keep her fur from going gray with stress.