Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

As dawn meandered its way through the undaunted darkness of night, Semira slept soundly in her den. Her breath came in lengthly drawls, her torso rising and falling with ease. It was perhaps one of her deepest slumbers since she arrived in the pack, after finally growing comfortable around the wolves. 

In the quiet of the rising sun, with not even the sweet song of the birds to slowly wake her, a call filtered through the air.

The fae's amber optics slammed open, glittering with excitement as the drowsiness cleared. In a few bounds, she was on her way. Adrenaline laced her veins, powering her forwards until she reached the murmering waters of the creek. There stood three wolves, two of which she knew. "Good morning!" Semira called out brightly, an early-riser as it was. "What's on the menu?" She drawled out with a curve of her maw.