Clara rises at the break of dawn, stretching and yawing as she exited her secluded den. She preferred to keep her distance from the others at court. She liked the silence. Elizabeth was less appreciative of the fact that she was so far away but it had never effected her work so Elizabeth couldn't complain. Clara's golden paw stepped on the cold stone outside her den; the sun's glow highlighted her orange pelt as she stepped into the light.