Travis Macintosh
Travis yawned once again, stretching his arms over his head. Just as he began to open his eyes he spied the Luna, Addison, starting to run off in her wolf form. Travis ran his left hand through his thick hair and thought, I should probably go after... But on the other hand... I could stay here and 'watch the fort'.
As he stepped out into the middle of their little circle of huts, tents and little decently-enough built log houses. It wasn't too much, but it was home. He glanced around slowly, looking around his pack's territory. It was peacefully silent, just how he liked it. Nothing to do, no commitments or worries or tasks that he had to do.
Travis lazily wandered to the pups' hut, he enjoyed playing with them, because he could then just take a nap with them. Since the Luna was out, he might as well keep an eye on them; they were good cuddlers, they alway kept him nice and warm. Shifting to his large white wolf form, he walked into the hut and curled up between the pups, who all slowly wiggled their way over and snuggled up against him.