Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 05-28-2020, 02:57 AM

Mortis never did find sleep after the ghost, but when the first rays of light had begun to break the night, he stopped feeding the fire. He let it die out, and settled down to lie restlessly across the flattened grass, giving his companion her space. She seemed to have slept well, despite their excitement.

When she did rise, he looked over at her sleepily, yawning widely and stretching with a sigh. Perhaps staying awake the whole night had been a mistake, but he hadn’t been able to fathom sleep. He stopped his gentle humming, his throat parched. Now that day was beginning, he wondered if he would be able to slip in any shut-eye or if he would be awake all day again before he could find sleep.

“I’ll ghush wak’ ‘em if I crawl in now” he mumbled, another yawn cutting through his words. He shook his head to clear it. “Might grab something to drink then see what sleep I can get” he said. If she wanted to go back to her own den, he could walk her there, and then head to the stream. After that, he could go back to the fire or find a nice empty hole to curl up. At least he wasn’t scheduled for any early morning patrols today. A small blessing.

"Mortis"

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