Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

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It didn't take him long to slip into a light sleep. Light, if only because in spite of how well he was getting along with this lass, he didn't know her well enough to fully relax. Plus, this was a public setting and he did not quite have the same comforts here as he did within the Spine. He missed it, he realized, but his reasons for being away were sound. Tonravik was in the early stages of heat. He was hoping that would pass by the time he returned.

He dozed, content to sleep off the afternoon sun until he felt her stir aside him. Waking, Kerosene glanced at her as she tried to communicate that it was time for her to go. He nodded, bidding her farewell as he lowered his muzzle back to his own paws and contemplated his predicament. He should keep moving. Perhaps he'd do something silly like wrestle bears under waterfalls.

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