Sun Mote Copse Comfortable, not drinking too much

For @Eshamun!

It was to the sound of songbirds that Ar-Khalba awoke; a subtle tittering raining down from the trees. Vibrant and alive. It was a peaceful thing to wake up to, it's calming effect spread over him like a rich, downy blanket. The blessings of Molech were already upon them, he was sure. As he stirred, he stretched his forelimbs, arched his back, and slowly allowed his eyes to open. His vision was a blur, but after blinking the sleep from his eyes, he fixed his gaze on the light dancing through the new growth of the trees; clear as day.

This copse. It was good. Everything was good.

He breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the warm summer air. The sweet perfume of estrous still clung to his body and served as a pleasant reminder of the sacrifice he would beget to Molech. The sacrifice in which this land would be sanctified. Molech would surely be pleased, and Khalba's devotion, surely rewarded