Blacktail Deer Plateau Sweater weather

Hawkeye heard Peregrine call out for her, but she was sitting in the back of the den, depressed. It had come in a wave over her for the past few mornings, and she could not explain why.

"Hey," she called out softly. The ebony wolf had not heard Pied's call, and she was not sure she would have responded anyway, but she was happy that she was here. Slowly picking herself up, Hawkeye moved forward and came out the bright entrance.

"How are you today?" Her voice was gentle and quiet. She felt tired. Being up late and waking up early only to sleep for hours more probably wasn't helping. Maybe some exercise would pick her up. "Let's race to Pied, Peregrine. I feel like going for a run."