Hushed Willows Our Eyes

Reyson had delivered messages, had run to and fro. Had spoken in jest and seriousness, and now he was exhausted. Today was more exhausting than any march he had ever been forced upon and with doddering steps, and weak limbs, he tried to make it to Mereo, but he couldn't.

He finally curled himself among the willows, and was about to fall asleep. Remembering with a start there were coyotes, but he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He hoped they wouldn't set upon him while he slept.

It wasn't often that he had to give into sleep, but he was more emotionally exhausted than physically and that had done a number on both his psyche and his body. So with trembling legs, eh curled his tail around his nose, and closed the ice blues. Slipping peacefully into sleep.