(Silver Fang's Pack House) Anise went to the river late at night. It was a bit of a ritual for her, especially when she couldn't sleep, to wake up, and head to the river in wolf form. Tonight was no different, and tomorrow morning she'd most likely be groaning for the other pack members to let her sleep just ten extra minutes, but it was worth it. She loved the way the forest looked in the dark, from the eerie moans of the trees, to the luminescent glow of the river. It put Anise at peace. She was in the river, swiping her paw at some fish absentmindedly after just having taken a quick run. The moon was still high in the sky when Anise decided to head in. She thought she had heard a noise from the bushes, but she ignored it, passing it off as some squirrel or rabbit. By the morning, Anise was laying face-down in her bed, her long, white hair in a frizzy mess, ignoring the yells in her room for her to wake up. "It's too early! No! I don't want to get up! I'll be up later!" She whined. The morning was her most vulnerable time- the only time where her calm, mature demeanor was down, replaced by a sleepy teenager.