Hushed Willows The day after the plague

Nova Rose was up early, but it seemed as though she wasn't the first today. The little ebony wolf who had came into Kunik's lesson. What was his name? It took Nova a moment to remember what he called himself, though she wondered if Trick was his real name or not. Surely in her travels she'd heard some pretty weird names.... So it was, after all, possible. Whatever. 
 The golden elder stood and stretched before padding towards him, her big paws slapping heavily against the stone in sleep.
             "Good morning, Trick."
She spoke warmly, though she was stopped from saying anything else as a long, wide yawn engulfed her.