The Grudge

He sighed heavily as he tried to get himself comfortable, he was a right mess after the cart right. If he pulled back his fur the right way he could even see the bruise at the surface. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he was much too uncomfortable for that sweet rest. He huffed softly to himself and lowered his head to his paws. He looked out over the gently tiered garden and tried not to think of the future or the pest.

Roan was close enough to the hide door that he heard the thud of stone on skull followed by the delayed curse. ”Io?” He asked cautiously as he struggled through the doorway. ”Are you alright?” Though this was exactly what had gotten him into trouble with her to begin with Roan couldn’t help himself. Feeling her tug at his heart the way she did caused mixed feelings, but he was determined to get back in her good graces.