Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

Sleeping meant napping. She'd only been in this spot for a few hours if that and her rest had been light. The pale female had spent her time lately switching between patrolling the borders and learning the lay of their mountain range. In the middle of the latter last night, she had grown tired and weary enough to simply pick a spot and curl up. 

That was the same spot she was in when she was suddenly startled awake, loosing a terrific and terrible snarl only to choke on it when she realized who the hell it was. "You fuckin' moron. " Her sleep-heavy voice was more gruff than normal, snipping her teeth close to his muzzle for added 'aggression'. "Didn't realized the miniature shit-heads had aged you so fast. Goin' blind already, Shit For Brains? Fuck, man."