Whiteclaw woke up, yawned, and stretched her legs, feet, and toes. Rutilas was gone... again. Probably looking for other females... again. She only put up with it because, for all his escapades, he was still protective of her and still cared for her... she had never caught him in the act, after all, but she could smell the scent of other females on him after an unexplained absence...