Duskfire Glacier Dawn

The mornings were a sight to behold, two slumbering bodies tucked away in the back of the warm den, which left Rye placed near the entrance. He didn't mind it, even preferring it so he could keep an attentive ear out for any sounds throughout the night. The hotah let himself bask in his families presence early in the morning, often it was watching their tiny movements while they dreamed, trying to guess what they dreamed about but almost never figuring it out. This morning was one of those mornings, he took a moment to watch his family sleep, kissing Imaqs forehead as tiny whines emitted from her muzzle. The husband cooed his wife back into a peaceful sleep, humming contently once he saw her settle. As content as he was to stay for a while longer, someone called in the distance. Rye loathed the idea of leaving so early but breakfast would need to be served, so with one final round of forehead kisses Rye parted from the den.

Black and pink paws collided with the ground in a loping pattern, the males strides long and consistently fast paced. It wasn't long before he rounded a tree and saw his packmate patrolling the border. Rye bounced to a stop, gentle confusion pinching his brows together. "Everything alright?" He inquired. For the life of him he couldn't recall her name, having heard it so long ago the man never thought it prudent to lock it down. Rye hadn't locked down the names of most of the newest packmates he'd seen or heard about, he knew he needed to get back into the pack loop, sooner rather than later.  

Assumed she's patrolling, lmk if I need to change that!