2.63 Happiness

Lycaon woke up by the cold wind stoking his body. He rubbed his legs and put over the leaves. But the wind was too cold that the leaves couldn't provide him any warmth. He shited from one side to another. After a couple of twisting and turning, he opened his eyes. Irritated by the coldness, he stood into a sitting position. He then noticed the leaves that shadee him were no longer there. He didn't know when the leaves flew away from the sticks. Cursing under his breath, he removed the leaves from his form and looked around. The early morning view was beautiful from this mountian. He always like to watch the sunrise. The early morning sky. The beauty the early morning holds was captivating. As soon as he stood on his feet, his stomatch grumbled. He sighed and then remembered the supplies that Bretha gave him.