((The player of the Alpha doesn't seem to get on. :/))
Location: Half Moon Camp
Restlessly pacing and glancing about, Saveld could barely keep still as she paced around the camp for any neglected tasks. However, much to her disappointment, there was nothing to be done, and sleeping was out of the question for the fae. She shook out her gray and white pelt, the sunlight casting a glow on her recently groomed fur as she twisted backwards to bite at an itch on her leg. She wasn't sure what was causing her nervous, unusual behavior, for she usually was a calm wolf, but she quickly decided that the blame belonged to the humans with their loud sticks. Guns, they were apparently called.
A growl rose in her throat at the thought of the clumsy beings, and Saveld longingly gazed at the deeper parts of the forest, her heart yearning to be hunting out there.