Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

maybe @Stag? only if you want to/have time! otherwise all welcome. ♥

as the days wear on, praimfaya — though still unable to find a den that she is comfortable with and has taken to sleeping beneath the canopy of stars — so close and beautiful upon sawtooth — settles into a comfortable routine. she adjusts quicker than she thought and works now on carving out a niche for herself among faces both familiar and unfamiliar. she makes her patrols in the early morning and the late evening — sometimes midday — and she works to fill food caches otherwise. unlike her mother, whom was a homebody thru and thru, praimfaya does not feel the same need to lock herself away.

sleep is not gentle with her and she spends most of the night — despite the serene van gogh painting of starry night in the cloudless sky — tossing and turning; until tired of pretending to sleep she pushes herself to her paws with the hopes that a walk ...or patrol of the borders might help to tire her enough to sleep even a little.