The smoke was finally clearing, but its effects were not so fast to abate. Nash's lungs still hurt, @Eclypse was still sick, and everyone else was still struggling through their lethargy. The hunt had been a good exercise, but he at least had needed a long rest after. At least now he could breathe clean air outside the den, and could leave the safer space for other members of the pack to take advantage of. Even more so now they had a second elder to be concerned about with @Tulip suddenly arriving.
At least she made his mother happy.
Tonight he'd chosen to sleep just outside the den's mouth, where he could keep watch but stay close. He'd been sleeping well, until something - he wasn't sure what - woke him. He went from a dream to wide awake in an instant, lifting his head and scanning his surroundings. His gaze caught on the culprit: a pair of eyes, glowing in the dim moonlight, watching him from the shadows.