Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, Bro!

Wow. Naiche was surprisingly comfortable. She didn't remember the last time he'd carried her, but he was definitely not as hard and rigid as she expected him to be. No body of stone. He always pretended to be so hard. It was annoying.

Pan, because Naiche had reminded her of his shortened name, settled against her and the striped girl grinned. The steady sway as Naiche walked along was soothing. If she wasn't careful she'd definitely fall asleep. Then she'd fall off, probably land on her head, break her neck and die. What a tragedy. Best to stay awake, so she fought to keep her eyes open wide.

Naiche questioned her again, this time asking why she was sad. Had he asked that before? She couldn't remember. With a sigh, Asla raised her front legs, hugging Naiches neck. More to comfort herself than to give him any pleasure. "My parents are having more pups. The Reaper competition is really important to me. Indigo and I are at odds..." she trailed off, giving his neck a gentle squeeze before burying her face within the thicker golden fur of his ruff. "And you hurt my feelings." She mumbled the last bit, but he would hear.