Jori opened his eyes, then quickly shut them. Too bright. Ten ticks later, he reopened them, still sticky with sleep, and stared out into the sunlight through chinkings in the orange-tinged trees. The preliminaries of autum were just begining to arrive- that biting cold, and the lovely orange and yellow trees. Autum was his favorite time of year. It had been spring, but that was when.... well, nevermind that.

Jori stood up, shaking all remaining traces of moss and feathers from his pelt, and stretched, reveling in his well toned muscles. He jumped when his foot his something other than the ground- it had been Swift.

"Sorry, Swift." He apologized, half hoping she wouldn't wake up. She could, after all, be rather crabby in the mornings.

Jori wagged his tail when she threatened him, because however agitated she was in the morning, she would always be a lot happier when she was fully awake. "I thought we were going hunting," Jori complained, nudging her. He was just askiing for a good nip on the shoulder, but if it got her up, it was worth it.

He was going to get it now, and he knew it. More likely though competition instead of actual phsysical harm, because Jori knew he couldn't ever hurt her. No getting sappy on yourself, mate, a voice inside of his head scolded him. He shook the thought from him and nudged her again. "I hope you know what I'm not lugging you to the forest. He remarked sarcastically.