The Morning Light

The snowfall had ceased when the moon settled beneath the horizon once more. The sun now slowly peeked up, its orange-yellow glow casting itself upon the virgin snow. The russet coated wolf awoke from beneath a cedar tree. He had nestled himself within the snow, hoping that the branches above would not give way to the weight of the powder. As he quietly lifted his head, a branch from a parallel tree gave out. The snapping sound pierced through the quiet air, and the wolf jerked his body upward. His hackles rose for a brief moment as he brought himself onto his paws.

Reed grunted and released a small chuckle. Well, at least that didn't happen to the tree he slumbered beneath. With a thankful sigh, the man shook out his coat. The cool air attempted to reach his skin, but it was quite unsuccessful. His thickened fur kept him well insulated. The Acoy man parted his jaws and released a yawn before stretching out and bounding forth. It was a new day. The morning had always been his favorite time of the day, for some reason. He enjoyed watching everything wake up and come back to life.

Food was the main priority on his mind. Yes, he did want to return to Willow Ridge (if it still existed), but to do so, he would need a snack or meal first. This would be a challenge. What was there to eat? He'd have to carefully track down a rabbit, if possible. At least the snow was thinner in the forest. As he began to tread along, he wondered how the willows would hold the snow- probably horribly.