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After days away from her Family, there was nothing as satisfying as being able to sleep among them again. Upon the night of her return to the loving embrace of the mountain, she set aside her searched for possessions and slept within the common dens until she was rejuvenated both in body and mind. Like a child sleeping within its mother’s warm, she slept in comfort. Not even the beckoning call of day could wake her.
Eventually she did stir from her bed of soft furs to the cheery tunes of the late morning. With considerable reluctance, she managed to peel herself from her bed shrouded in furs and tangled streams of red. With litter care for her own appearance she lumbered into the midst of the communal grounds, her maw split in a wide yawn in the hopes of fully waking. “Good morning,” she humbled to none and all and let her tired voice carry to listening ears. Lazily she plopped down to her haunches in the open space attempting in vain to shield her eyes from the sun as a few stray rays escaped the looking façade of the mountain.
Coupled with yet another yawn, her body began to change to situate a form better fit for tending to her unmanaged mess of locks. It was rare that she cared to tend to herself first in the morning without a proper groom, but today felt like a day for necessarily change. She could not place her paw on the reason, but could feel its bothersome presence since she awoke. She pondered on what roused this feeling mildly as she began to comb through her mane with sharpened claws, humming thoughtfully to herself.
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