Midnight report

She gave a simple, straightforward report, and responded with a slight nod of his head. He had heard about the dogs, though he had missed most of the fun. The matter of her comfort became obsolete when Resin sat, and he took a seat across from her. She was almost to his height, more obvious in a sitting pose. It was a nice feeling not to tower over another, and he let out a soft sigh as he got comfortable on his hunches. His tail brushing a slow path in the earth behind him.

“Resin, I feel we haven’t talked much of late, though I've heard of some of your adventures, from saving Mortis from a snake, to chasing off wild dogs. It seems every time there's trouble, you're pulling someone out of danger” he chuckled softly, appreciatively. He had no doubt that if she had been a little younger, a little less banged up, she would be his Reaper today.