Firefly Glen dreaming

Leta, on the other hand, still slept. When Osiris shifted into wakefulness, Leta kept on snoozing; his movement caused her to move her weight around, some, sweeping her muzzle right to where his head had been. The earth was warm there, and Leta sighed contentedly, unaware of Osiris and his internal dilemma as she pressed a little closer. 

Of all thing, it was her own snore that disrupted her peace. Hrm...hey.... b'quiet, she mumbled, not thinking herself the culprit. A deep inhale brought in the scent of pine and stone and several other things, and awareness crawled toward her... albeit at the pace of molasses. Her eyes were still closed as she just began to stir.