I guess they are gone?

Thilarsonrah yawned. Full Inle. A bit late for silflay. Oh well. He began to nibble as some grass, satisfying his hunger before returning to the warren, hopping intot he main cave. "I think the wolf is gone. Even so, don't start getting cocky. Always check before you go out." He called, feeling ridiculus for reminding his warren of something so obvious. Still, better safe than sorry.

Birchwood grunted. "We already know Thilarsonrah. Go get some sleep, it's late." he kept guard, not even twitching a whisker.

"You don't need to guard anymore. Just go to sleep."

"That's alright. I'm not tired." Birchwood stared into his eyes, showing no guilt as he lied.

"There is no danger Hlaros. You must rest. Tomorrow we shall be concentrating on digging."

"Thilarsonrah, I've already told you I would only dig my own den. As for guarding, it never hurt to by safe instead of sorry." Birchwood insisted, slightly irritated that Thilarsonrah called him Hlaros."

"You have guarded all day. Seltro can take the next watch. And you will be digging your own den don't worry. So go get some rest." Dark-wolf showed his teeth, ready to take ona fight. It was night. He was stongest at this time.

Birchwood stared back hard at his leader. "I refuse." he said simply. "Thilarsonrah, if you're looking for a fight, remember I am the Owsla captain." he reminded his leader.