Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

@Manauia I figure we can try and keep these posts short. :) @Citali is welcome to join at any point.

A few days had lapsed between their discovery of the Prince and now. What had she done since then? Absolutely nothing. Well, that wasn't wholly true. She'd found this vacant den and sprawled on her side, letting her aching feet have a rest finally. She'd get food at some point, but she was useless when her joints and pads ached liked this. To go from searching so tirelessly for their charge to just laying here, doing jack-all, was like a shock to her system. Actually, Nochtli wasn't at all sure whether or not she could feel her feet right now. 

Vaguely, that thought led her to the conclusion that she'd woken up at some point, her mind still slow with the haze of sleep clouding it. Soft, lazy breaths were drawn in and pushed out, eyes eventually opening as a scent drifted into her olfactory nerves. Shifting slightly, without moving the rest of her body, the dark girl moved her head to look at the opening of the den, a slow blink letting her focus. Was someone actually there or was she actually still asleep? Perhaps she'd figure out at some point.