Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

I love it!

Sleep came swiftly to Jude, her pelt rose and fell lightly next to Poet’s. At some point during the nap, Poet rose and moved away a little. Jude continued to sleep, her paws twitching as she dreamed of a warm summer’s hunt, alongside her legion. How she missed them, and would give anything to be reunited. But she didn’t deserve them. Many of them had died because of her battle strategy, her mother included. The Heroes of Calista were better off without her as leader. She couldn’t go back as much as she wanted to.

Her dream slowly drew to a close as the sleeping girl because to shift out of rem. Her icy blue eyes began to flutter open, and she rose out of the helpless state of sleep to rest on her elbows. Blinking a few times, she looked around to see Poet, the tinsel wolf sat nearby watching her. A faint smile made its way onto Jude’s face as she stretched out her long limbs. Thank you, you were very warm. She said, moving to stand.