Moonspear watch them build a friend just like you

He should have been thankful that she missed retching over him.

But Dirge was none the wiser, blissfully asleep. It was the sort of sleep that framed him best, portraying him being no better than a lazy cat, undisturbed by the goings on around him. Even once she settled down, in and against him, he barely stirred beyond a twitch of his muzzle. With all the chaos that had been brewing, sleep was certainly one way of escaping such things, and the nights were still chilly upon the mountain, so another body close by was a bonus. He took advantage of these comforts, unconsciously aware that they too were fleeting.