Stavanger Bay give me daughters, send me sons, i'll make them all chosen ones

Ohhhh yes please!

Soon her short journey tired her out, and her tromping came to a close. With a drawn-out yawn she struggled forward towards the closest source of warmth- Charon in this case- and settled down nearby. Slipping into dreamless sleep was easy, and soon she was taking even, steady breaths while the day tumbled on. And later, well rested from her nap, she would resume her task of terrorizing any who stepped foot in the den.