A huge yawn escaped Cyprus' maw, and his bright green eyes blinked against the soft light of the moon. He stretched, shaking the leaves that had fallen on him from his nap under a tree, and adjusted the little accessory on his head before walking ahead, alert for the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
He was a kerl, a loner, and nowadays, it was dangerous to be without a pack, but finding a pack that had not been destroyed by human hands was difficult to find. But he didn't mind. He was content with his life, and besides, in his opinion, it was enjoyable meeting other Varg while he travelled, although he wouldn't have minded much if the rude ones strayed away from his path.
"What to do today...." he pondered aloud, raising his eyes to watch the stars above.
