Duskfire Glacier Howling at the sun and now Im blind

Anyone can reference Ryes reluctant, grumpy attitude! Tag is simply a ref, no obligation <3

 

Daylight hours was something he tended to avoid, vastly preferring the safety of night and its all consuming darkness. His packmates was similar to daylight, avoided at all costs and often grumpily ushered away if any dared to speak to him, except @Lane; he wouldn't push her away. For six days he stayed miserable but then the seventh day crested the horizon and Rye awoke to find himself empty, void of emotion, not a shred of grief to be experienced. Nor anger, or guilt. At first it was alarming, he began to think it was simply delayed but as the morning sun began to sit high in the sky there still wasn't an ounce of sadness. He waited and waited, even eagerly waited for his normalcy to return but nothing. For an hour he laid under the pines beside his den, watching the sun finally slip under the horizon. He sighed, chewing his lip as the uncertainty of his situation plateaued, then sank into boredom. The hotah decided to use the change productively, by going for a small jaunt and hopefully ease aching joints with a few stashed herbs. Maybe even talk to someone? A charged thought at best, the sporadic urge to seek out conversation was shot down, the man wasn't confident he wouldn't be hostile towards his packmates. For the night, he would let the jaunt occupy his time. Lifting himself up with a small groan, a few joint pops and a wince, Rye headed for the meltwater. His eyes peeled for any packmates.