wakey-wakey

He was starting to think Velvette was paranoid, speaking of sleeping with one eye open. They slept in tree in one of the safest areas of the forest. They had no natural predators here. The only danger was the ones they brought upon themselves in their quest for trophies. Admittedly, their was pride and competition when it came to collecting adornments, and he did still need to gain something as impressive as her coat.

Still, couldn’t it wait until morning? he tried to curl up and find sleep again, but his stinky sister wouldn’t let him. She poked at his butt, and her words tried to shame him. He growled at her, grumpy and sleepy. "I’m not sure that’s a comfort" he grumbled, as she promised him it would be morning when they got to their destination.

However, he knew what a pig-headed woman his sister could be, and it seemed she was determined to whip him back into shape. He knew that he would find no peace until she got precisely what she wanted. He sighed and got to his paws slowly, feeling another sharp prod as she got him with her antlers. “i’m up, im up!” he complained, before scrambling along his branch and leaping to another one, just to get momentarily out of her range. “Where are we going, then?’ he grumbled. He might be going along with this, but he would make it obvious that it was under duress only.