Hushed Willows The day after the plague

Trick had always been quite an early bird. He barely needed sleep. Well, it felt as if he didn't need it all that much. He yawned though as the first rays of sun hit his raven fur and made his green eyes sparkle with golden flecks. Just as the sound popped back into his ears did he notice he wasn't the only soul awake as thumping footsteps approached him from behind. He dearly hoped he didn't smell awfully like Teagan, but alas, the two had slept so close together that the scent of the foxy male was now intertwined with his.

The gentle voice of the older woman tickled his ears and he turned his head around to see her. She was yawning and this triggered Trick again. He yawned with her, teeth very white and clean for the fact he hadn't eaten all that much. Morning, my lady. He greeted after he was done yawning. What are you up to so early in the morning? He asked to make a little small talk.