Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 05-28-2020, 03:28 AM

Mortis, still yawning, followed after his friend. With every step he regretted staying awake the whole night. He had had thoughts to head over to that clearing they had last seen it. To look for any possible evidence in the daylight. He realised that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

He stopped outside her den, and she bumped her shoulder to his. He grinned at her, and gave her a nudge with a wing. He waited until she had gone outside, and then turned around. He looked bleary eyed out into the grasses, up at the sky, and another yawn split his muzzle, huge, and long. He blinked again, and the world tipped a little. He took a step, and almost fell over. He had been awake much too long with much too much excitement. Giving up, he sank to his stomach on the grass and faint snow not far from her den entrance at all. There, he closed his eyes, ignoring the cold entirely, and fell - this time- instantly into a sleep.

"Mortis"

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