Ivoghrah wakes to the gentle warmth of sunlight piercing his fur. A breeze giving it the gentlest tug and balancing the heat with a refreshing coolness. He lifted his head from the ground and had a yawn intense enough that he closed his eyes. That was the most restful sleep he's had in weeks, and yet he was half tempted to lie down again to try and greedily steal even a moment more of it.

His stomach, though, quickly protested. Ivoghrah conceded to it without complaint, after all it a was a wonderful day for a hunting flight.

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More cute stuff from  Tanhir ! Look at the beautiful boy stretch and yawn!