[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea was up early. So early that the sun hadn't even broke over the hill tops. The only way the wolf pup could make it over to Cade's den was from scent and the early milky purple light that invaded ScarClan camp.
Picking the male out by scent, she aimed to jab him in the ribs. Affectionately of course. "Get up. Let's train."