"Morning Kiba how are you feeling?" Warmly asked Frost as Kiba sauntered out of bed, the fur on his face smooshed and parted because of how he slept.
"Vrvvvv [Great]." Though his voice was weak and groggy the young tiger felt full of energy. The long rest after a hard day's work did him wonders.
"Good because I'm going to need you at your best later." They were set to leave Niflheim in a few hours, once again entering the treacherous land that was the Glacial mountains.
"Chuff [I know, I know.]" Kiba brushed off the impending change in their situation genuinely feeling that nothing could be worse than attending another day of training with Niflheim's monster corps.
It was merely a couple days, but he was worked like a dog no worse than a dog. They didn't know the meaning of rest and restraint; they broke his body only to patch him up and break it again. He'd have nightmares about it for years to come. Leaving this supposed sanctuary was nothing but a blessing in his eyes.
