Blacktail Deer Plateau Clouds are sleeping

That's just mean.

Fin actually almost had successfully willed herself back to sleep, but her nerves were being quite the little bitches that day and refused to allow her to let go of her consciousness. And so, she was there, staring out the front of the den as Peregrine's form suddenly stepped up into it.

She peered up at him, her heart in her throat even as he called to her in his characteristic jovial way with which he had always spoken to her. A smile slipped across her muzzle in spite of her trepidation, and she parted her lips to reply even without lifting her aching head from the ground between her paws. "Come hither, my master," she croaked at him, "You are welcome amidst my royal presence."