Tiberius
A chill was rippling through the new night, and Tiberius nervously looked around the dark woods. He was sure of it, there were eyes in the trees watching them. He longed to be back at their little camp, despite how easily he dismissed it earlier. At least there, things had been familiar. Now every turn they made seemed foreign, and threatening.
Digging his claws tensely into the loam, Tiberius spoke in hushed tones to sooth himself, and Blossom his friend. "Ya-know, Drais would be at home in this dark. He always loved the night. You think we'll find him with his pack when they come out at night? That's what shadow wolves do at night, right? Scurry along in the shadows? And when night comes there is a lot of them? Doing their night things? Attacking lone young wolves? Dragging them back as slaves..." Tiberius droned on, his attempt at comfort slipping into repeating a rumor they had heard some months ago. Frightened him to pieces.
Stumbling through the brush, it was a lucky chance that he spotted a cluster of roots growing out of a ridge that met all his criteria as a safe place to sleep: Not wet, and one entrance. "What do you say we turn in over there, Blossom? I'm sure we can pick our way back to home in the morning."