The sky was a dark indigo, with millions of tiny stars blazing in the distance. Clouds crept their way across the scene, giving the whole picture a muted feel with its added whites and grays. And the moon - big and only a hair off of full - hung in the sky before a string of constellations. The night air was light, and a soft breeze danced through the dilute black fur of Tinley's pelt. She was laying on the precipice of one of the mountain's cliffs, her forepaws dangling off the edge and her muzzle turned upward to the heavens.
Although she and Pyriel had only joined Aurora Heights a few days ago, Tin hadn't given herself much time to relax. The warrior had been busy learning the territory, mapping it out and committing it to memory as best as she could. She'd patrolled the borders, found out where all the caches were, and checked for danger everywhere she could find. Over six months of living as a loner - and the lifetime of specialized training before that - had not prepared her for the placidity of pack life. She couldn't help the tenseness in her shoulders, or the struggles she had falling asleep, or the fact that she'd forgotten to eat anything until that very morning - she had indulged herself in a rabbit from one of the caches.
She hadn't ever been a part of a pack. The Bloodbreakers hadn't been a pack - not truly. Sure, they had an alpha and subordinates, but they weren't like this. There was a sense of... security, almost? It was peculiar, and Tinley couldn't decide if she liked it or hated it. But she supposed she'd have plenty of time to figure that out later.
Keeping herself so busy hadn't let her have much time to talk with her new packmates, or even Pyriel. She made a mental note to seek her partner out soon - check and see how he was doing. She had no doubt that he'd probably been chasing tail and irritating the women of the pack, but she knew for a fact that he hadn't left the territory, either. She hadn't been lying to Kyna when she said that the two of them were very loyal wolves. Plus, no matter how Pyriel acted, he was still quite intellectual. He'd probably been busy, too.
She sighed softly through her nose, never taking her tangerine eyes from the stars above.