Dawn arrived too early and found Hunter already awake. Not by choice. His body had decided that sleep was for people who weren't responsible for keeping fifteen others alive on desperation and prayer. Anxiety made a terrible alarm clock.
He sat up carefully. His ribs protested less than yesterday. Foundation Realm healing was doing its slow work. Two more days and he'd be mostly functional. Unfortunately, they needed food today.
The waystation was quiet. Everyone still sleeping, conserving energy with the dedication of people who understood that moving burned calories they absolutely did not have.
Hunter stood and walked to where his sword leaned against the wall. Drew it quietly. The blade caught morning light. He'd need this today. Needed to not die stupidly in front of his disciples who already thought his fighting style consisted of panic and improvisation.
No pressure. Just life or death wolf murder. Tuesday morning activities.
[LUNA] GOOD MORNING! (◕‿◕✿)
