Aerya lay in a snowy clearing bathed in silver moonlight. She was normally very social, but today she was content to be alone. She could hear the faint, far away hooting of an owl, but other than that, it was completely silent. She sighed in contentment, feeling her eyelids droop somewhat. She longed to just curl up where she was and allow sleep to overcome her. She knew she couldn't fall asleep here, though. She needed to get back to the den she shared with her close friend, Korven, or he would worry. Grudgingly, she stood up and shook the snow from her fur. She walked the short distance back to the den and found Korven waiting for her in the entrance.
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Korven watched as Aerya approached the den. Though they weren't related, he thought of her as a sister. They had been through so much together, it was hard not to. Aerya was one of the few wolves he still cared about, still trusted.
((Fail. For both of them. Sorry- completely brain dead. Dx))