Moonspear When darkness speaks, it changes everything.

Making some vague assumptions here, attn: @Hydra

In the day following bloodshed on the glen, Dacio did not ignore his eagerness to rest. Exhaustion meant he slept fitfully for several hours, rousing only when the sun positioned itself in such a way that its rays felt almost blinding. The young warrior, eager to hurry the healing process along so that he might aid in the hunt for Osiris' attacker, grumbled inwardly and shifted his weight, curling closer to himself and snaking his dark muzzle beneath his tail.

Fuck off, he thought silently, grumpily, as the sound of morning birdsong sounded from beyond his cave. All he wanted was to sleep - was it too much to ask?