Sleepy Fox Hollow quarter after one

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Saor slept the sleep of the dead.  One advantage of long and arduous travel was that she was always tired, so she always slept great.  When she awoke, it was not because she'd had sufficient sleep, but rather that Nyx, in the twitching movements of her dreams, had unwittingly kicked Saor in the snout.  She snorted softly as she yawned deeply, blinking blearily and looking around with a bit of disorientation.  Clouds obscured the sun, making it impossible to ascertain exactly how long she had slept, but she had a feeling it had several hours at least.  In the distance, she heard thunder.

It was then that she noticed Dirge was missing.  Not wishing to disturb her sister, and far too awake now to return to sleep herself, Saor decided to find out where her brother had gone off to.  Nyx would wake up alone, but that was not so unusual.  The trio frequently went their separate ways, only to come back together some hours later.  Following his scent, Saor tracked Dirge through the forest.  The wind tossed and stirred the treetops as it picked up speed ahead of the encroaching storm.  The sky was growing darker, and the she-wolf wondered if they might get rained on.  

Dirge's scent was easy to follow, and after only a short while, she came upon him in an area of tall grass and thick trunks.  His attention was clearly focused on something.  She followed his gaze and, after a moment, spotted the small deer.  Wordlessly, she fell in alongside her brother as he moved to intercept the mewling fawn.  Only then did she notice the strange wolf nearby.  His black fur blended with the shadows of the storm-darkened forest so that it had been his scent that gave him away, not his coat.  Saor felt a moment of uncertainty as she wondered what she should do -- ignore the stranger and help her brother secure the kill?  Or confront him and risk losing the meal entirely?  Opting for the latter, she continued alongside Dirge.  They could deal with the stranger afterward if need be.