Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

She thought she saw a sparkle of amusement in his silver-blue eyes, but she honestly found it difficult to care. About any of it. Sleeeeeep. But he was nice enough, and observant too. She covered her mouth again as she laughed. No, you're right, I - Keen yawned again. Am so not a morning person. She shook her fur out as if that might clear the sleepiness from her.
But it's so cold, I can hardly sleep. Best not to complain about the alpha or her friend, she figured. And it was true. It was winter, so of course it was cold, and in spite of her thick fur Keen had never much liked the cold. Her ancestors were probably cursing and smashing their cups somewhere.