Tyler wasn't really one to sleep in, yet it appeared so as he lay covered in furs beside the mouth of the cave he had now learned to call home. He kept getting disturbed, waking just enough to notice when someone in the cave jolted awake because of bad dreams or memories of the recent past. Tyler knew of what had happened, but since he missed the events personally, and due to his lack of history, he was spared the nightmares the others now faced.<br/><br/>He had joined Harmony Shadows nearly two weeks ago, meeting them when they were rather weak and vulnerable. He remembered meeting them was rather rough, they wary of new scents in the area. Yet, Tyler was finally confronted with the fact that he wasn't alone and wanted to stick with them, and learn what it meant to be a Werewolf, to control his own body now that he had changed. He knew they were in a rough place right now and decided to help in any way he could.<br/><br/>This is why he was still in bed. He had woken a few hours ago, brought wood from the main pile to put beside the fire so whoever woke to light it wouldn't have far to go. He also brought what little dishes they had to the stream to wash what was dirty, dry them, and return them without making noise and disturbing the rest. He had even checked on them all silently, making sure they were covered with their furs so the cold wouldn't disturb them before going back to be, although he would never admit to the last part if asked.<br/><br/>He woke once when the first person got up, and he heard dull thuds of chopping wood not far from the mouth of the cave, then more people started jumping awake one by one, the smell of blood and sweat was soon in the air, along with another scent, probably deer or something. Next Tyler smelled what he could only describe as wet dog and he felt slightly amused. Through all of this, Tyler fought to cling to sleep and warmth beneath his large bear fur, but one thing made him snap awake. The smell of cigarettes.<br/><br/>He hated the smell of them before he was a werewolf and now that he had a heightened sense of smell, it revolted him to no end. He stirred, but remained under the furs until the smell subsided and Samuel, the guy next to him, moved to join those by the fire. Now wide awake, Tyler sighed and got up, but oddly not rising to the height he expected...<br/><br/>He poked his head out of the furs he was sleeping under, groggy and squinting at the sudden light. He stood and pulled himself from his bed, but it took a moment for him to realize he wasn't as far from the ground as he should be, because he had shifted in his sleep and was now in his Grey wolf form.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Oh for Fuck sake...*</span>he muttered, coming across as a thought instead. A short growl resulted from it and he wandered outside and around the corner to take a leak. He was gone for a while, because it took time for him to change back, then he returned to the cave while straightening his camo jacket, keeping quiet and he noticed the undressed deer on the ground. It was fresh and the smell of blood from it started to get to him as he swallowed to avoid drooling.<br/><br/>"Let's get dat ting skinned dere, luh?" he said, digging in his pack for a large hunting knife and an axe. With the tools in one hand, he lumbered over and grabbed a leg and began pulling the animal outside where he could hang it from a tree, unsure if anyone even noticed him yet. He had only killed a moose before and helped his father clean it, so he started doing the same thing. Getting the entrails removed and a quarter hung in the tree was oddly effortless, more like cleaning a rabbit than a large deer. He had the thing up in the tree before he realized he would never be able to do something like that before he had changed. A slight smile formed on his face before he began slicing off meat and he began wrapping it in a section of skin he had laying on a rock.<br/><br/>By the time he had returned to the cave with a parcel of meat for breakfast, the pack was still sitting around the fire. Tyler took out cooking utensils; frying pans and dishes and began to cook the meat the way he had learned people like it, most of the steaks weren't on for very long, if at all...