Damon’s ears twitched at the sound of noises coming from the camp. His silver eyes opened slowly and he looked around. It didn’t seem to be as warm as it had been when he first stretched out on the rock. He stretched like a cat, his red cloak sliding off of his body. The shards in his right shoulder glistened lightly as they reflected the evening light. He yawned, which sounded somewhat like a cross between a meow and a growl. After he was finished with stretching his muscles he pounced to the ground by his cloak. He picked it up and pulled back around himself, rubbing his check against the fur trim with a soft purr. Oh how he missed his beautiful golden fur.

Quietly he reentered the camp. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. Sniffing the air he followed the smell of what Bella was fixing. He looked at it curiously. “What is it?” He asked, looking at Avi with his head tilted to the side.