Will You Remember?

"You should probably get used to it," the young wolf mumbled sleepily. His jerk of surprise had roused her just a bit. Just enough to take a breath of consciousness before submerging herself in sleep once more. If he hasn't realized it yet, Asla was a touchy feely kind of girl. She liked to give affections and accept them. That was just her way.

She couldn't know that she had freaked him out so much that he hadn't slept, but she definitely had. Asla stirred a few times but went back to sleep each time. The sun was up by the time she fully woke and it was only the warmth of that sun that had done it. The summer sun was hot and uncomfortable.

With a grumble, Asla was tempted to bury her face under Basilisks body, but decided against it. The day was begun. She was up. Pushing herself to a seated position, the girl yawned and rubbed an eye with one paw. Shooting Bas a glance, she arched a brow. "You're too uptight, you know." Panic must be his middle name.