A place to rest.

[pancake]

Zane stood silently at the edge of one of the dens, his ears sitting attentive atop his small head. The breeze rippled his pelt as his dark eyes narrowed, concentrating to make sure there wasn't a wolf within sight. He was upon the territory without permission, and he recognized the danger in such, yet the bold glaze in his orbs revealed his pure arrogant ignorance of this fact. Or, perhaps, he was left without further choice.

Satisfied that he was alone, Zane proceeded to crawl into the closest den. It was small yet warm, and floored with dead leaves that crunched quietly beneath every movement of his paws. He was forced to keep his wings folded, due to the height of the den, an irritateing factor when they required so much stretching to keep comfortable.

He began to examine the den, his maw slowly hovering over every inch of the leaves beneath him while his nose twitched, busily taking in scents. He resolved that it had not been inhabited in quite a while, though he could vaguely catch the scent of a former birth.

The young demon reclined to his haunches with a bored yawn. Though moonlight shone brightly through the den's entrance wariness had failed to vist him. Zane lay down, head resting upon his white paws, his cold eyes slowly blinking.

[Mama Z]

The moon shone brightly down on the world. Easily it illuminated every tree, enlonging shadows, and gingerly wishing the world goodnight. But though the world was wrapped in the soft silver glow it was still hotter then hell. Summer... that alone ruined what would have other been a nice night. The world still hadnt had a chance to cool down from the even hotter day, and by the time it did cool it would just get hot because the sun would be rising.

A single brute walked acrosss the way with a lathargic sway. His large, eagle like wings rested downwards in lazy way just as with the tail that trailed behind them. His was large, slightly larger then most of the wolves here, and though he seemed to be taking the heat hard, his head was held high, showing his position. His pelt was a jet black and a single silver stripe ran down his nose all the way down to the bushy tail. Along with the contrast of the fur, it was sleeked back as water dripped freely. What? He needed a dip to cool down.

The Spirit Guardian had been on patrol, making sure the borders were safe and the inside of it safer from anything else. His aimless wandering had brought him here. He paused and looked around, gently sniffing the air. THere had been no recent births from what he could tell, however; a fresh scent carried itself in the wind.