Redtail Rise tuscany

Gavrel was a light sleeper. He twisted and a row of thorns poked into his side. He woke up to a smarting flank and Redd beside him. He thought he could recognise her smell, even asleep!

His cheeks flamed for her to catch him in such a vulnerable position. It was bad timing, that was all -- and he fought the knee-jerk instinct to berate himself.

Embarassed but no longer distressed, Gavrel canted his head to the side and yipped questioningly, moving to lick her muzzle in the customary gesture of submission.