Noctisardor Bypass biskova

worripa slips in and out of slumber; a valiant fight towards waking up that he was putting up. he turns, scooting closer to praimfaya, stubbornly burying his face into her belly fur as if to ward off the sunlight. it works, for a time. until the commander shifts and leaves the drifting buttery sunbeams into his face. he huffs, peeking an eye open as he feels skaigona gnaw at his ear. he lets out an indignant noise and lets out his own series of growls, attempting to both wrangle his ear free by turning on his side to face her and push her face away with a paw.

whether he was successful or not was another matter entirely.