As it had been expected, Lorcan had hardly slept that night. He had laid there quietly at the back of the den, golden eyes peering through the darkness, listening to the sounds of his fellow pack mates who slept around him. His mind was too busy for sleep; too busy worrying and planning and scheming for him to relax enough to drift off. At times he had considered sneaking out to visit Inna, but he knew that to avoid suspicion he had to wait until morning.
The first rays of golden sunlight caused his dark lashes to flutter as the light filtered its way to the back of the den. A jaw splitting yawn was summoned from his chest and a moment later he had rolled onto his paws to creep quietly out of the den, doing his best not to disturb the pile of sleeping bodies around him.
Shuffling out into the light, Lorcan was surprised at the amount of snow that had fallen overnight during the blizzard. It had coated the plateau in a blanket of pristine white and the agouti male felt almost guilty for having to disturb the beautiful sight with his muddy paws. The warm light from the distant sunrise only seemed to add to the spectacle, but unfortunately this was one sunrise that he could not afford to enjoy. He had important things to discuss.
After a thorough shake of his pelt, the Whitestone healer traipsed quietly down the old goat track straight to the old coyote den where he had left @Inna the night before. Dark nostrils flared as he paused outside the dark entrance and inhaled the air to assure himself that she was indeed still there. Lowering his head to peer into the darkness, the tip of his nose searched for the familiar warmth of her fur.
“Inna..” He whispered softly, before finding her form and nudging it gently, hoping to see the bright fiery orange of her eyes appear any moment.