Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

tula curled against kai's back, dozing as her head dropped forward. they'd been traveling for some time, their trio, and she was desperately looking forward to the day when they reached their destination. the fisher was eager to sleep in a burrow again rather than wandering the cold wilds of teekon all day long. 

she paid little mind to where kai was going, far more interested in her nap.