Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

Satisfied that he'd removed a good portion of the debris he could reach, Farstep leaned back into a more comfortable position, and no sooner than that did Roofox chirp something (a high bark to his ears, which flicked back quickly at the noise) and reached for his own fur. The drifter stiffened with inherent distrust, but there was nowhere to run and he wasn't keen on starting a fight. Tight-lipped, he breathed rapidly through his nose, anticipating the cut of teeth against his flesh, but all Roofox did was disentangle a twig from his fur.

He let out a slow breath, then settled himself to be groomed in term. He didn't fight the drowsiness that came, and soon he was drifting on a weightless cloud of sleep, oblivious to both Roofox and the wind raging outside.