Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 10-14-2020, 09:38 PM

It took all of Milo's willpower to resist bursting into a fit of laughter when Nausicaa hung the artifact from the bridge of her muzzle. He didn't have the heart to correct her nor did he dare ruin her fun by telling her how he had seen the strange creatures wearing the necklace-like thing in the murals. "Oh, absolutely regal, my lady," he quipped back and this time was unable to hide the humored smile and the snicker that came along with it. Unconsciously, his tail began to beat gently against the sand as hers had done, betraying his happiness in that moment. While having company was not a new thing for the young male, all of the other tribes and packs that had sheltered him had done just that: sheltered him. Nausicaa was the first wolf to truly make him feel welcomed in a new place, as if this land was as much his home as it was hers. Home. The sound of that word rang wrong inside his mind, but he couldn't find it in him to call it anything else when this smiling woman was making him feel like he had belonged here all along.

Milo picked up the ancient relic with delicate paws when she passed it back to him, stowing it safely away in his bag once more. He had been just about to suggest they get some sleep, especially if they were to explore those ruins in the morning, when he caught Nausicaa mid-yawn and suppressed a laugh. Apparently she was already one step ahead of him. "That sounds like a brilliant idea," he agreed, rising to his paws and dusting himself of off stray grains of sand with a vigorous shake. He slipped his neck through the strap of his bag and was ready to go just shortly after Nausicaa had smothered their dying fire. Now left in the moonlight, the world felt so much more ethereal, as if they were caught somewhere between worlds. He followed Nausicaa as she seemed to glisten under the glinting celestial light, keeping close until they came upon the den she had discovered. It was certainly spacious enough, although with a distinct lack of assembled bedding hinting him that it had been abandoned for some time and only very recently claimed by his traveling companion.

"This will do nicely. Good find, Naus," he said while picking his spot near Nausicaa, ensuring he left plenty of space so as not to invade her personal area. Milo dropped his bag against the wall and gathered up what little bedding did remain, carrying it over to her to make sure she was comfortable enough before returning to his spot and curling up on the ground. He returned her smile when she thanked him for his company and waved a paw off in her direction. "No need to thank me. It's been nothing but a pleasure being in your company, Naus! If anything, I should be thanking you again for being so welcoming. It's a nice change of pace... really, it is. So, thank you—again." With his peace said, Milo lay his head down on his paws, keeping his head turned toward the den's entrance, a reflexive behavior he had built up from a lifetime of needing to run at a moment's notice. Of course, he didn't expect any threats to come get them out here, but old habits were hard to break. "Sleep well, Nausicaa," he murmured, not entirely sure if she was still awake or not to hear him. "Sweet dreams..."

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