(Cool. I'll get started.)
Daemon was sleeping in the den, cold and empty. His tail curled around his body, retaining body heat. He was chanting the new rule to himself, taking delicate care he wouldn't forget it. After all, one day, this will earn him to be the "new" alpha male, but may have to get Nightmare to step down first. How hard could that be? For starters, he heard that he was hanging around frequently with the Winged, probably consorting with them, forming a bond. That would give him enough reason to exile him and take his place. -but, that's the only thing he has heard. Yawning, he fluttered his eye lids and groggily rose his head, slowly fighting fatigue. Eventually, he stood up and walked out his den to be greeted by the morning sun. He squinted at the light, blinking a few times to get his sight adjusted and trotted over to a river. He lowered his head and lapped his tongue on the riverbed. Quenched, Daemon decided to check around the border, making sure no one crosses it and to stop trespassers, since he got nothing else to do.