Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

The first light of dawn had just begun to stretch across the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow through the trees and over the damp ground. Cole padded quietly up to where @Arnarkla lay curled, her form rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as she slept. He lowered his head, giving her a soft nudge with his nose.

Arnarkla, he murmured, his voice low and easy, just enough to stir her. He watched her eyes flutter as she shifted under his touch, and a faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Crack o’ dawn’s here, he murmured, voice low enough not to startle her fully awake. He waited, letting her adjust, then asked with a faint smile, You hungry?

He stepped back, letting her shake off the drowsiness at her own pace.