Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

Her eyes rolled moments before giving him a look that said how much of a retard he was being right then. "You're a grown ass man, aren't you? You don't need me to be awake with you." And truly, she didn't want to be. She wanted to go back to sleep, though she knew her own sleeping habits; once she was awake, that was usually it. She wouldn't try again until that night, or until she burned through the last dregs of her energy. 

His boyish nudging garnered another snick of her teeth, grumpy as she continued to try and wake up. She rose as he asked though, grumbling as she leaned back to stretch out her front legs, and then the opposite for her hind ones. "Where we headin', o' mighty shit-head?" Yes, he could earn the same name of his children. In fact, he was in process of earning the title right now. 

Her teeth tagged his rump and then latched on to his tail for a moment to give it a good yank. Maybe if he kept it up, she'd sit on him too. He'd deserve it for so rudely interrupting her slumber.