Hideaway Strath Everything waiting, shakin' as it drops

The beautiful night light shone softly into their den and Kyn did indeed sleep soundly. He’s a heavy sleeper; Simmik’s constant shifting hardly did much to stir him from his slumber. That is until he’s being nudged awake by his beautiful wife in white. 

He’s lifting his heavy head and blinking the sleep from his eyes. Peering over to her, he nuzzled back against her. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asks softly back.