Bramblepoint countless

@Eastwood || Mid-morning, 39˚, Partly Cloudy.

They had stolen away to a forest on the edge of the meadows, plenty of trees for shelter. Some odd fruits lined the forest floor here and there. She didn't dare eat any of them but they did make for interesting scenery while they had (presumably) talked the night away. Eventually she drifted off safely tucked near Eastwood. She could not deny that she had been warm although eventually perhaps she had grown too hot in his thick coat. Something roused her with a small grumble. Scoot over. She rumbled as she stretched her legs out away from them as if the sleepiness was leaving her through her long limbs.