the sorting hat

He slept lightly. His primal presence lingered even as he turned off his mind and lost himself to rest. He noticed when his mate stirred. His eyes fluttered open, his head rising to watch as she quietly slipped away. A yawn touched his lips before he joined her, rising to his feet with a stretch as he succumbed to the fact that their sleeping was over and their journey would continue from here.

She followed the trial of water and paused, her ears on high alert. Had she heard something? How own ears were filled with the clicking of their nails, but as he lifted his head while they were still the shuffling of something else made itself known. He pressed himself into deeper shadows as his pelt was not near so accommodating of the darkness as his mate. They stepped forward, cautiously, waiting for the owner of the sounds to reveal their presence.