Phantom Hollow He's seen too many stare downs between the sun and the moon

*tumbles in* Sorry I'm late!

A howl awoke the curled up Silver, her ears twitching and flicking, tail curled over her legs tightly. She raised her neck, looking towards the entrance of her den and letting out an irritated growl before a long yawn. Walking out to the entrance of her den, her legs and muscles were cold and stiff, her lanky body managed to look graceful as she stretched, first bending down as if she was bowing before scrunching up her back like a feline.

If one thing was for sure, do NOT piss of Silver when she's tired, or at least don't wake her up. Silver believed in a special motto: Don't forsake sleep or it will kick your ass.

Silver was a slave to her sleep, and being taken away from her deep devotion was like a death wish. Irritated and tired, she made her way over to the wolf who had called loudly near all of the dug-in dens.

"What?" She asked gruffly, not even taking a care that the wolf had a new visage.