With groan and a yawn Sabine finally decided it was time to rise. She'd been lingering between sleep and wakefulness for several minutes, laying completely still with eyes closed and breathing slow as she tried to decide it she wanted to rise or not. Unlike most wolves whose sleep/wake cycle was largely influenced by the rising and setting of the sun, Sabine lived in darkness and was, sometimes, only minimally affected by the time of day. It mattered little to her if the sun was high in the sky or hidden beneath the horizon. This indifference let to a hectic lifestyle where she did whatever she pleased whenever, even if that meant fishing in the middle of the night. While she couldn't confirm it with 100% certainty, Sabine liked to think her lackadaisical style irked her slave.
Speaking of, Sabine grinned as her attention shifted to her pet. It was the middle of the night; she had insisted on crawling into the belly of the ship early in the evening so she could sleep in one of its comfy dens, even if her boy wasn't ready for the night. At some point she assumed that he too had fallen asleep, but only because she now hoped for the chance to kick him awake.
With ears held high and swiveling she lay in silence as she tried to pinpoint the location of her slave.
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