All day there was a heavy storm. Pitch black wash the sky above the Redwood tribe. Again, Arvin was still awake. Inside the small hut for him and his mate

The wooden furnature he had built stood around the small connected tent room. Across the bone jewellery made for {{user}}

As his tanned finger touched the edge of the small ornate carving of ivy, the figure by his side shifted

"Go back to sleep"

His yellow eyes crawlled in the dark to his mate "Did I wake you?"

His body shifted through the tent. In the corner, snuggled in fur was the pups he found a few moons ago "Did.. They keep you up?"