Moonspear watch them build a friend just like you

Slowly he was being tugged out of the depths of a dream he would not remember upon waking. It was hardly any fault of anyone other than the uncomfortable shift and toss of Hydra over him. She had done her share of this before, perhaps moreso as of late, and inevitably it would wake him. Whether it was intentional or not he would discover when the drowsy fog lifted; it was spurred into going faster at her frustrated huffs.

His brow furrowed as one particular huff seemed to be directed more into an ear before he felt her muzzle slide the other direction. His head craned after her, sight blurry and unfocused as disorientation took over. He tried to figure out the orientation they had either coiled into or simply made up; a leg tentatively probed open air ahead of him before he realized that she was behind him.

Still, the restlessness that imbued her was easily felt.

Something had disturbed her, but what?

Instead of finding words he could only exhale tiredly, propping himself up and surveying wherever it was that they had ended up making their own bed for the previous evening.