Post by Breeze on May 10, 2014 14:11:41 GMT -8
76.06.27|Bowl|Barely Dawn
Branwen was exhausted. She hadn’t really wanted to go on her normal post-duty run, but Bransk had given her what was probably the most pitiful whine when she had mentioned simply going to sleep after they finished their assigned patrolling that she had to oblige the jungle.
She cursed the soft spot the Wher held in her heart. If she hadn’t given in then she would at least be in her bed by now, and sleeping to remedy the exhaustion that wandering through the twisting tunnels with Bransk had caused. Instead of her warm bed she was perched on the hard stone floor of the Bowl as she allowed Bransk to use up the rest of the energy he had while they were in the open air. Branwen wasn’t about to deny the little Jungle wher the slight pleasure he took in being outside.
Speaking of the wher, now that she thought of it she hadn’t heard any cheerful Roooo’s lately. Branwen forced her eyes open, peering around warily for the wher. It would be just her luck that Bransk would take advantage of her exhaustion to wander off and try to make ‘friends’. Friends that did not want to meet a wher. She froze as an excited Rooooooo Rooooooooo reached her ears.
Branwen pushed herself to her feet, light brown eyes landing on the form of her Wher. The form that was about to prod his smushed, adorable, trouble seeking muzzle right into the back of someone’s knee.
She only hoped that the victim of the muzzle prod had a good sense of humor.
Branwen was exhausted. She hadn’t really wanted to go on her normal post-duty run, but Bransk had given her what was probably the most pitiful whine when she had mentioned simply going to sleep after they finished their assigned patrolling that she had to oblige the jungle.
She cursed the soft spot the Wher held in her heart. If she hadn’t given in then she would at least be in her bed by now, and sleeping to remedy the exhaustion that wandering through the twisting tunnels with Bransk had caused. Instead of her warm bed she was perched on the hard stone floor of the Bowl as she allowed Bransk to use up the rest of the energy he had while they were in the open air. Branwen wasn’t about to deny the little Jungle wher the slight pleasure he took in being outside.
Speaking of the wher, now that she thought of it she hadn’t heard any cheerful Roooo’s lately. Branwen forced her eyes open, peering around warily for the wher. It would be just her luck that Bransk would take advantage of her exhaustion to wander off and try to make ‘friends’. Friends that did not want to meet a wher. She froze as an excited Rooooooo Rooooooooo reached her ears.
Branwen pushed herself to her feet, light brown eyes landing on the form of her Wher. The form that was about to prod his smushed, adorable, trouble seeking muzzle right into the back of someone’s knee.
She only hoped that the victim of the muzzle prod had a good sense of humor.
