Ain't my fault it's all I got

He watched her try to move forward and she was vary unsteady. He had been there a few times and knew it was best to just stay here, they had each other for company and to make sure they were not in danger. The South had been safe so far so they shouldn't have to worry about other predators. He was going to say something, but she had beaten him to it and stated that it would have to be here. The women then collapsed before curling herself into a ball and quickly closing her eyes for sleep. He came closer, leaving a few feet of space between them before flopping down himself and closing his eyes.

His sleep wasn't as deep, but he had been far more rested then she looked to be. He remained alert for the sake of old habits making sure nothing could sneak up on them overnight. His lighter sleep would also mean he would wake a lot easier. In fact her soft whine had been enough to make him snap to reality, head lifting as he gazed over at her with his gold eye. Twitching body and her eyes still closed she must be having a vary bad dream. She then scrambled and snapped awake making his gaze soften. He knew that pain of the nightmares all to well and he hated to see another going through it as well.

She then looked over to him and for a minute or so he sat in silence gazing at her face. He felt the torment she was going through was worse then his own and grew curious as to what torment exactly. If they couldn't sleep maybe talking about things would help. Maybe getting some things off each other's chests would help sooth them for the night to sleep better. Though he knew vary well he may get a snappy reply, but hopefully she was to tired too.

"What are your nightmares about," he quietly asked.


"Talk." & 'Think'