The lulling sound of rushing water was no competition for the chatty birds overhead. Hecarim groaned in annoyance, twisting and turning in the comfort of his freshly made den. He should have been up ages ago, but his midnight romp in the forest kept him up until 4am. He liked the darkness. If nothing else his fur would attest to it, it was where he felt whole. One - paw over his eyes and the other over his ears, Hecarim could feel the temptation to shout right back at the birds which would not let him sleep.
Alright, alright,
Hecarim protested as he ripped himself up from the ground and crawled lazily out of his den. The dark one winced as he met the light, then pulled himself into a sit. It was at this instant that his eyes met the ying to his yang, a white pelt of pure snow in the distance. Still half asleep, the broad shouldered male trudged towards the vision. His appearance, which was usually neat and tidy was disheveled- his fur was shaggy and unkempt. It was quite obvious he had just rolled out of bed.
Clear blue eyes now found themselves upon a female whose scent was much like his own. She was willowy and leggy with a beautiful lush coat. To him she looked like fresh, fallen snow. Given the fact that he had not seen anyone since his last meeting with Clarise and Fox, he appreciated a new face, especially this one. Hi,
he greeted simply. Suddenly, Hec remembered his fur- he gave it a shake, causing all his stray fur to set neatly and allowing him to regain his usual polished and refined appearance. Yeah, I tried my paw at a bird the other day. Real bony. Don't know what I was thinking.
He smirked a little as his eyes momentarily surveyed the territory.