[center][h3][color=a187be]Kleo Daniels[/color][/h3][/center]

Kleo would perk up quickly as she heard the voice of approaching Shepherdess in the distance, melted hues of softened amber flickering to settle upon her, pale pink lips parting in gentle smile as she spoke softly, "[color=a187be]Elize, Goodmorning! I would be glad to help you out today.[/color]" Legs quickly beginning to move as she headed towards the equally aged female, though her eyes partly glancing towards the men as they all started to split to comply with Alpha's orders.

She would realize Tyrone would be alone if she wandered too far and would roll her shoulders raising head slightly higher, "[color=a187be]Let me quickly go check on Tyrone and then we can be off,[/color]" she'd continue taking stride towards open barn where boy slumbered nestled within warmth of hay. Upon short journey she'd get distracted by other members making sure they were okay and if necessary helped with small bits and pieces before she found herself watching Jorn settling down his hauling load to wander into the barns innards. Gentle smile tugging at lip corners once more as she'd follow suit to lean against barn doors structure watching closely as he prepared to awaken the child.

[center][@Aspen Wren][/center]
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[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Tyrone Daniels[/color][/h3][/center]

Continued to stir within his sleep, legs and arms twitching and moving as he rolled over and moved eyes below closed lids, hair a complete mess with small straw segments clinging and sticking out from bright flaxen locks. The sound of approaching feet barely stirred as he'd slept through most pack members shuffling about and finding their own way out for the day, though this wasn't to last as a hand touches his shoulder and voice lightly rings in his ear.

Eyes suddenly flutter open as almost unnatural icy orbs stared at the man kneeling beside him as he went stiff from his not so long ago fit within his sleep. He hadn't yet noticed the figure of his mother in the distance by the door so he just stared for a moment, obviously getting a grip on reality before his mouth opened wide and eyes closed with a hefty yawn emerging. "[color=a2d39c]I don't wants to get up,[/color]" a softened mumbled voice would emerge under the last half of his yawn, the words detectable even though they weren't all that spread apart. 

"[color=a2d39c]I was chasing a butterfly, and it kept flying up and I couldn't reach it,[/color]" a pouted expression crossed his face as he obviously referenced what he'd been dreaming about before reaching arms up to fiddle with hair slowly picking at tangled attached straw pieces whilst pulling his own faces in reaction to it.

[center][@Leolycan][/center]