Xander had woken up earlier then all the other members of his pack, as he often did.  He was laying down on the ground with his back against a rock, looking into the distance.  He was thinking about all the madness the clans were going through.  Humans were a constant plague that brought strife and harm to the clans.  Xander did his best to protect his pack, but every day he feared what the day would bring, so he always awoke first, to make sure the dawn brought no trouble.<br/><br/>Xander's ears twitched at the sound of the pack waking up.  Turning his head he could see Moreen, as awake as she could be.  The pups were all running up to her to be fed, and he watched with admiration as one pup stepped aside to allow another to feed.  He realized that one had a lot of promise and potential.  He stood up and stretched his body, shaking his fur.  Today was a big day, and he needed to be ready for it.  He would have to name the pups today.  This litter looked like a good one, so he wasn't concerned about not naming any of them.