A thick fog coated the forest, making it look more eerie than usual. Everything was still, and quiet. You could hear a twig snap from a mile away. No animals were in sight. Probably because the Dark Clan's home was near, and these wolves are known for there twisted ways. Nocturne lay on a large, flat rock in a deep slumber. The brute male started to awake as birds began to chirp. Almost immidiately the chirping stopped at the sound of a bark. Carla was awake. He lifted his head up from his paws and let out a yawn, showing off his large teeth that could pose a threat to an enemy. He quickly got up on all fours and started off towards his pack's territory. If he wasn't there that probably wouldn't look good on his part. Nocturne raised his pace to a quick trot, hoping everybody hadn't been awake for too long. He slowed himself to a walking pace, and emerged from the thick morning fog of the forest and approached his leader, Carla. "Good morning." He said, with a submissive bow.
