Blackfeather Woods that fuzz on peaches blech

Though the boy was not sure about not sleeping anyway, he nonetheless frowned when Cicero informed him that forgoing the ritual would make him terrible at sneaking. His father was correct in believing that that was not a sacrifice he was willing to make.

"Guess I'll keep sleeping," Euron sighed and his exhale flowed into a yawn that split his jaws and curled his tongue between his lower fangs. "I maybe need to do that now." All the mental stimulation had tired him, and now that the rush of excitement had calmed he was feeling it.

Euron wagged his tail. "I will spy more later and tell you that too." He grinned. "Bye!" Tired though he was, Euron remained quick on his feet as he scampered toward the glen for a nap.