Nicote chuckles. Well, at least it worked. He moves the flame closer to his boyd to try to warm mor eof himself.

He yelps, jumping awake, before realising it's you. He narrows his eyes and grumpily sticks his tongue out at you, trying to get comfy to sleep again.

Oh no you don't, Crimson yips, butting into him. He jumps up, starting a game of tag that leaves you behind in the tent with the other waking creatures while they run off. Hopefully they actually go and hunt something.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=47#462 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/24/2019 at 10:57 AM He yelps, jumping awake, before realising it's you. He narrows his eyes and grumpily sticks his tongue out at you, trying to get comfy to sleep again. Oh no you don't, Crimson yips, butting into him. He jumps up, starting a game of tag that leaves you behind in the tent with the other waking creatures while they run off. Hopefully they actually go and hunt something.

Sorry and can you two go hunt please, I say after the pup ran out of the tent. To wake the others up I try to whistle a tune that would comfort them but also wake them.

The fire changes colour, going from orange to a pale blue. It becomes much hotter - but not unbearably. You feel your chilled bones begin to warm nicely.

The Wyvern makes a sound, his eyes conveying the jealosy of your fire keeping you warm while he freezes away pulling the cart.

"Don't worry, we can stop soon and I'll warm you up." Nicote tells the wyvern.

Shootingstar peers at you curiously with tired eyes. He trots out from the tent with Sunfeather and Blazetalon, leaving you to pack up.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=47#466 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/24/2019 at 11:03 AM Shootingstar peers at you curiously with tired eyes. He trots out from the tent with Sunfeather and Blazetalon, leaving you to pack up.

I quickly pack up and then look around for the pups.
(Gtg)

He snorts impatiently, but nods. He quickens the pace, each of his steps thudding against the ground, his wings spread wide to balance him.

You travel on, the moon rising higher in the sky until it's at its peak. Frost crusts the Wyvern's scales, though Balthur appears to be sleeping in the back. You can hear his snores through the thick cover on the cart, which is also frozen with big whorls of ice.

"DO you want to take a quick breather now befor eyou freeze over?"

Still off hunting, it seems. Shootingstar doesn't look up from where he's grazing, slowly chewing on a patch of clovers. In the sky, Sunfeather and Blazetalon circle. As you watch, Blazetalon dives into the brush, swerving up again with a Critter in her claws. The two of them come back, landing and immediatly launching into their breakfast.