Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

The worm came away with the first swipe of his tongue, but he gave her a few more perfuntory licks to clean the gunk and dust from her backside as well. The sweet puppy-scent of her almost made him sneeze, but instead, he merely chuckled again.

"You're good," he told her, unable to detect any further debris with his 'sky eyes', and unable to catch wind anything amiss under the thick, somewhat pleasant little-wolf smell. And she was - good, that is - but Day was still pretty tired, and not even another rousing game of mutilate-the-worm could tempt him to remain conscious any longer. "I'll bring you something sturdier next time, alright?" he promised, giving her one last snuff-over before standing and stretching out his aching back. "I'm gonna go take a nap, now."