Baconhands
The Traveller
Before he had went to sleep, Horus had turned into his wolf form. His fur, a slightly dirty white, almost seemed to shine in the light. When he slept, he did not sleep on the bed in the dorm; he didn't like it, it was too soft.
When he woke up, Horus raised his head almost groggily, staying in his wolf form. He had realized that he had grossly overslept, but given the fact he didn't know what kind of lessons he was to have, he didn't mind. He padded gently to the door, which had been left open slightly. Using his paw, he opened the door and padded out into the hallway, shaking off his fur slightly.
When he woke up, Horus raised his head almost groggily, staying in his wolf form. He had realized that he had grossly overslept, but given the fact he didn't know what kind of lessons he was to have, he didn't mind. He padded gently to the door, which had been left open slightly. Using his paw, he opened the door and padded out into the hallway, shaking off his fur slightly.