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Jaymist/Ravenkit
Needle awoke from his fitful sleep; his makeshift bed covered in a thin layer of frost. He stretched to clear away any soreness and yawned into the crisp air. He stepped out into the pale winter sunlight shaking his fur and then sat down to groom out any brambles and such. Grooming his face and ears he looked around hoping to see Death so he could ask what is required of him. When he was living as a loner in the craggy hills of his birth land he never had down time to just lay around. He was always searching for a safe place to sleep or scouring the barren lands for a hopeful chance at finding a meal that day. He wasn't used to having nothing to do and it made him anxious. After he finished his morning groom his got up and started to meander around the clearing hoping to find Death or at least something to do. His body crouched into a tracking stance and he opened his maw to taste the air and his ears twitching at every sound. He would go search for Death and maybe catch something to eat along the way. Needle took off through the clearing tracking Death's scent hoping to find him soon.