[center][h3][color=a187be]Kleo Daniels[/color][/h3][/center]

Kleo had arisen earlier in the morning, just before the sun had risen and before most of her pack-mates had as well. Her hair a fair mess as she found her way to a brush and bucket of water freshening up before standing tall and striding from buildings confines. Bright amber hues scouting forward as she took a deep breath in of the new territories scents. She'd spent the better part of her morning checking on all the animals throughout the fields and those still within the barn, stopping to help other pack-mates with anything necessary before finding herself now entering back into the slowly coming alive community of lycans.

Bright smile tearing across her face as she headed for her cabin, her instincts telling her Celeste was already out and about whilst Tyrone was more than likely still dead to the world. As she neared the wooden porch she'd allow herself to glance around, listening to those around as she rolled her shoulders and quickly stepped up the few necessary levels to enter the building. 

"[color=a187be]Ty? Bronze? Celeste?[/color]" she'd calmly ask in hushed tones. She'd full well known both Bronze and little Celeste had found things elsewhere to attend to and she made slow approach to the one room she knew slumbering pale child would probably still be. As she approached the agape doorway she'd raise slender limb to gentle push open the door enough for her head to peek through at the well tired young pup, [i][color=a187be]I'll let him get away with it this time,[/color][/i] she'd think to herself before exiting and pulling the door back to it's original position.

Though that's when it hit her, something felt a little off, she had a cabin closer to the bed and breakfast closer so that the pups could get around easier and were always within hearing range. The hairs on her neck raising slightly as she felt something different in the air, not yet aware of exactly what as she'd make her way out front of the cabin and settle glared sights upon the nearby building where most would gather for the mornings noisy breakfast. 

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[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Tyrone Daniels[/color][/h3][/center]

Groaned lightly as legs and arms were tossed about, small head cocking this way and that as young form tossed and turned through what appeared like uncertain dreams. His movements natural for his mother to witness as he was an over imaginative and over eager child, though heavy sleeper he was in-deed no matter what seemed to be going on around him or within his mind. The movement of those in the cabin and outside offering little change to slumbering demeanor and approach of stranger upon territory causing little stir to his tired eyes. 

As mother entered once more to check on him he'd flicker eyes open for split second in unconscious state before flipping and laying upon stomach, face within suns rays as they penetrated uncovered windows surface.  Though he'd not awaken even as parental exited to pursue other activities. Tyrone, for now, continued to slumber, the sounds of occasional grunting or groaning emerging the room as he tossed and turned waiting until some unfair soul decided it was time to get up.