Blinding

Song had gone all out, but he hadn’t come out victorious. He put up a good fight, but in the end he knew he was a better crafter than he was a warrior. Still, he didn’t shirk his duties and his weaknesses were revealed to give him a better idea of where he was exactly. He knew that when they returned home he would have at least one sparring partner. As he thought of Kirsi though, training with her was the last thing on his mind. She was never far from his thoughts, and how could she not be? Kirsi was his closest friend, his beautiful companion, her likeness was frequently in his mind’s eye.

He was resting in the den that he shared with her, he’d worked for the first time at the base of the ship since the raid. It had been a mistake. He was sore all over when he lay back down to rest. His wounds hadn’t been intense but he felt drained. He felt himself stir from slumber at the sound of pawsteps at the entrance. Bright blue eyes blinked open and a warm grin spread over his features at seeing her face. His expression was sleepy but his emotions were clear on his features.

”Hey you.” He greeted her before stretching, rolling onto his back to expose his belly while reaching towards her with massive black paws before relaxing into the furs beneath him.