The Sunspire Do you see these eyes, when have you known me to cry?

@Maia 

With morning business that had involved some patrolling, some cache-digging and eating breakfast, consisting of mice and one unlucky, fluffy squirrel, Wraen returned to the sleeping quarters she shared with Maia. The sun had found it's way through the clouds and was basking their hollow with rays of warm light. The sight was very welcoming, as if telling the tired hunter that all she had to do now was to lie down and have some rest.

And rest she did, indeed. Two turns around and Wraen settled down, taking some time to wash her dusty feet, scare some fleas on her hip and scratch behind her ear. Finally a hefty yawn followed, two or three sleepy blinks and she lied down on her side and fell asleep.