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he drifted in and out of reality in waves. calm, gentle waves. but it was really a battle to try and stay alert when he was lying prone, his head on his legs almost as though he didn't have a care in the world.
though he wasn't entirely out of the wind, at least right there in that dip in the earth he had some sense of safety. but it was very easy to get complacent—perhaps a bit too complacent—and in his drifting, he did just that. the bite of the cold began to matter less, the fact that he was so very rough around the edges mattered even less, and being entirely unbothered was perhaps the greatest gift of all.
and then she appeared, a swear right off her dark lips.
his eyes snapped open in an instant.
his fangs beared themselves.
what is it with you folks?? the words hissed right out of his mouth as his ears pinned back against his furry little skull. i was sleepin' here! was, he was. he should not have been and now he was caught literally between a rock and a hard place, namely her teeth if she sought to turn them on him.