Lost Creek Hollow In the morning she said "Listen,"

terance had gotten up at the buttcrack of dawn because of @Treason's sleeping. or, well, lack thereof. or, well, his lack thereof. truthfully, treason was sleeping fine. but that stomach of hers made her sleep in positions that were more comfortable for her and... less comfortable for him. not that he would complain, because, duh, but a good kick to the chin wasn't good medicine for rest. so when he decided he probably wouldn't get much more sleep, he got up and decided to find ibis. you know, make sure she'd settled in nicely and all that. he patrolled first, just to get some work done, and then set off.

he found her in one of their many clearings, surrounded by clovers looking like a petite little forest nymph. he smiled, knowing that wraen would have a field day with that kind of story. he barked to grab her attention and then began to pad forwards, leaning forward to nose her cheek. "how're you settling in?" he asked her gently.