The shuttling sound coming from somewhere is the source which woke Fleur up from her slumber. The blue hue coming from the window of the room showed her that it is as still morning, early morning to be exact. And as usual , Noah was not there in the bed. She groggily sat on the bed , her blanket pooling in her lap, Noah’s shirt that she was wearing was a bit too big for her tiny frame and so one of her shoulder was exposed but she didn’t care as she stepped out of the bed. She tugged on her shirt so that it wasn’t too short. It was still chilly in the morning but she was too lazy to wear a pair of pants.
By this time, Noah is usually gone to the hunting and now that the winter is approaching soon, the pack is doing its best to collect as much food as possible. In winter finding a prey is
