In a smallish, somewhat out-of-the-way cave, a pair of fast-runners slept, curled tightly together to ward off the chill of the night. As the bright circle rose, its rays shone into the cave, and the light awakened the one facing toward the exit.
Argh, morning already? the runner, a girl named Kariya, thought to herself, disentangling herself from her brother...who didn't even respond.
"Spiral," she whispered. Still no response, so she tried again, a little louder...he just curled up tighter. Maybe this'll work... She thought, and gave him a light kick to the side. Perhaps not surprisingly, it worked - with a small squeak, he shot sideways...and slammed his head into a rock.
"Ow, my head...You pick the best of ways to wake people up, hmm, sister?" Spiral said, getting to his feet and stretching out, a series of quiet cracks sounding as his joints settled.
"Sorry, but the bright circle's rising. You did say that you wanted to be up when it did," Kariya replied. "Food time?" She asked.
"Food time," Spiral confirmed, grabbing his fighting stick and making for the exit, his sister following close behind.
"Why do you always take that thing with you? It's not like we need it here," Kariya noted, pointing to Spiral's stick.
Spiral stopped for a moment, and just put the stick to the side. "Good point." They moved out of the cave, looking for something that looked tasty. Neither of them were sure exactly where they were going, but both were confident that the other would notice something good.