Dark grey ears twitched as Magus opened his emerald eyes. The scent of dew stirred his senses. soon interrupted by a yawn when he stretched. Long black claws reached forward, sinking into the soft ground of the den, shifting the earth. Licking his lips, the Husky/Dalmation hybrid rose to his paws and pushed his way through the hole of his den and into the morning brightness.
The sun was still rising but it's light was filling the land already. The rest of the pack would awake soon to begin the first steps in it's daily way of life. Immediately, Magus headed towards the Camp's entrance. As he walked thoughts on pressing matters started turning in his mind. There were patrols to organize, hunting parties to put together, lessons to teach Tenderfoots, and all to feed. A sigh left Magus's muzzle as he shook his head, ears pricked to slant slightly. Even though right now it was peaceful and quiet, there was so much to do. It was just an average morning for a young Alpha.