Northstar Vale she's gotta be sure it's gotta be soon

The one thing that Rannoch had yet to grow accustomed to was the occasional fog that settled over the Vale. Whenever he woke to it, it made it all the harder for him to rise, as he was so used to rising with the sun. The sensation of watching through clouds was odd to him, but, with time, he was growing all the more customary to it. 

Even with the gloom, the first light of dawn woke him that morning. Completely unaware of the lingering presence, he stirred slowly. Unlike the other fogless days, Rannoch took his time in uncurling himself and rising. When he finally got to his paws, the burly male dropped his forelimbs and chest towards the ground and stretched and breathed in the fog as he slowly woke.