Shelter

Walk | Talk | Think

Despite her best attempt at remaining awake, to keep herself between any one of her pack mates that try to cause her friend harm for trespassing, Mercianne dozed. It was unintentional, accidental, and it showed in the odd lean of her muzzle as it tilted to one side, not quite comfortable where it rested. Her dark eyes were closed, her ears lilting slightly with inattention. Even with the wind whipping outside their cave, she rested, an unexpected drowsiness stealing over her strongly enough to prevent her from even waking from its noise.

A particularly large gust buffeted against the entryway to the small alcove they shared, sending a whispering noise and chilly breeze into the tiny space. It chilled her exposed side and caused her to curl a little more tightly in place, her eyes fluttering open to glance at out into the storm. How much longer would the winds prevail? Would they blow away the strange scent of her friend from the land and allow him a peaceful night somewhere safe for a change? She could only imagine how the night might have gone had they not found each other, if he had been forced to take shelter out in the mess without others to comfort himself with. It seemed a very lonely life.

Her thoughts on the male at her side, Merci turned to look a him from the corner of her eye before sighing gently and stretching her neck out to lay her chin upon the cool stone floor and attempt to keep an eye out as she had intended.