Despite knowing he would be tired the whole day, Gowron padded lightly through the surrounding forest around the designated 'camp' area of the tribe. He had been out all night, just wandering, letting the atmosphere and the calm of the night flow around him. He much preferred night to day. Everything seemed so much clearer, despite the obvious lack of light. His lips pulled back, exposing his fangs in what was a grin for his kind. His thoughts often amused him, and Gowron shared them, but somehow, they always came out less...amusing when he spoke them. He wasn't really funny, but in his mind he was, and he supposed he was content with that. smelling the familiar scent of the camp, he stopped, and glanced at the sun. It was still much below it's zenith, and he knew from experience that rarely anyone would be awake. Perhaps Alpha Nightshade, but he didn't dare disturb her. No female liked to be disturbed in the morning, and she was no exception.
Yawning, his jaw cracked with the force of the yawn, and before he made his way back into camp, he decided he needed to wake himself up. His ears twitched, and the sound of rushing water filled them. Quickly trotting in a direction to the east of camp, it only took Gowron a few minutes to find the river that was one of the main sources of water outside of the Tribe's space. Dunking his head in, he snapped his eyes shut, and felt the cold water rush across his furry face. After a few seconds, he surfaced again, and shoot his head, a growl escaping his mouth. "Ah! It is a wonderful feeling, the cold rush of water upon one's face!" He said this to no one in particular, but the jolt of energy that hit him now was evident.
After, he returned to the camp to find no one awake. It wasn't an overly unusual thing, and Gowron took every precaution not to wake anyone up. Passing by the Alpha's den, he didn't even look sideways into it. His nose told him she was in there, but he couldn't tell if she was awake. It was a deep Den. His tail flickered once, and he was out of sight of the entrance to the Den. Gowron would explore the camp further, and maybe go out again. He rather enjoyed being alone, but he also enjoyed the company of the tribe. It was an odd balance, and yet another idiosyncrasy of his that amused him.