"We will all die sometime, so make the best of life."
Esta
The wolfdog was settled down on a large rock, ears swiveling every way they could to pick up a sound within the woods. She blinked her heterochromatic eyes and lifted herself up off of the boulder, leaping down the jagged sides. She examined her little camp, looking within each bramble, log, and den to make sure nothing had disturbed this place when she was unaware. When she found nothing wrong, Esta padded away to hunt.
"Oh, didn't see you there!"
Albany
Albany was perched on a wooden beam inside the barn, watching the animals out of the small window. He puffed up his feathers and rested his head on his chest. He would wait until another animal came into the barn, or until night fell. ((-writers block-))