Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

As he reached his sister's herb den, there were snoring noises coming from her den. Ragged ears perked forward as he came round the corner and found her there, toes twitching as she was fast asleep. He canted his head and observed her for a couple of minutes, simply sitting and staring. Perhaps he would allow her her rest, he reasoned, perhaps he would wait until she awoke, or perhaps he would awaken her himself if he decided his desire to speak to his sister was strong enough.