Sun Mote Copse Flannel sheets

After a very long sleep that lasted the better part of twenty-four hours, Phox finally roused himself enough to socialize. There were so many wolves to catch up with, he couldn't decide on who to call on first. So he didn't! Instead, he made his way to the common area. (The rendezvous point, I guess? Where all the wolves hang out!) It was still rather early in the morning, with the sun just now starting to make its way over the horizon.

His sleep schedule had been turned upside-down ever since his injury, and Raven had suggested a more regular one (sleep at night, wake in the morning) would help his migraines, so he followed her advice begrudgingly. He missed the stars, but he liked avoiding the headaches. Stretching his limbs and feeling a little more awake, he sent out a friendly, welcoming howl to anybody within earshot.