Only a few hours passed before Moon herself awoke, the dawn's pale glow seeping across the freshly-fallen snow. Some of it had drifted inside the cave. Blinking her bleary eyes, she turned her head and saw... the looming figure of a male purewalker nearby. Sleep-fogged brain led to a panic instant awake as she let out a startled yelp and rolled away, the cloak slipping off under Wisp's weight. Wisp, jolted awake, nimbly jumped out of the way to see Moon had shifted in a blind panic into her feral form and her cloak was underneath their paws. "It's okay, Moon. Ash kindly offered to keep watch while we slept. And look; the blizzard is over. Want to see just how deep it got?"
Distracted, Moon turned her head to see what her familiar had pointed out and gave a small tailwag before realizing their cloak had fallen off and she was in feral form. Ears low, she let out a soft whine.
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During the deep hours of the night while Moon and Wisp slept Ash got up and silently padded on quiet paws to the entrance of the cavern to watch the snow fall. It had greatly quieted out there, the snow softly falling. Flakes dancing gracefully through the air. Ash risked it and stuck his tongue out to catch a falling flake and felt the ridge of fur rise up his spine as the cold bit hit his tongue and melted. He was so amused by it that he did it four more times. 