Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Nausicaa* · 10-14-2020, 10:20 PM

Nausicaa smiled at how he called her Naus and thanked her for her hospitality. Even though she often offered the shorter variation of her admittedly long name to most wolves she met, very few used it - at least not right away. The way he spoke to her felt so comfortable and familiar, as if she had known him for far longer than she had. She wasn't sure what made her feel that way, but he was so kind and respectful that she found it very easy to relax around him. "Of course, no need to thank me either," she assured him with a warm smile. She still couldn't imagine treating anyone any other way since that's just how she was raised, but she was glad she could make Milo's first interactions in Boreas a pleasant and welcoming one. With his head turned toward the entrance she was able to watch him for a moment longer without him noticing before letting her eyes drift closed. She was right on the edge of sleep when she heard him wish her a good night and sweet dreams. It warmed her heart and made a little smile tug at her lips, but she didn't reply as she quickly slipped into sleep.

Her dreams were vivid and detailed and she could have almost believed that she was actually back in her den in the mangroves when she opened her eyes. It confused her for a bit since her memory of Milo felt so vivid, but when she heard her uncle's voice calling for her from outside of the den she started to convince herself that the memory she had of Milo was actually the dream and this was reality. She ignored the bit of disappointment she felt and lifted her eyes with confusion to look out into the darkness outside of her den. Why would her uncle be calling for her at this time of night? It was definitely his voice though so she lifted herself to her paws and peeked outside. She didn't see him right away despite the soft glow of the mangroves and the light of the moon and after a moment she heard his voice again, calling her name from further into the trees. What was he doing out here anyway? Shouldn't he be in the Hallows? Confused, she took a step out of the den when the story Milo had told her - or at least she thought he had told her - came back to her. It made her freeze in place and she hesitated with her heart pounding in her ears. It was quiet and she dared to take one more step out into the dark and her searching eyes landed on a glowing pair of eyes out in the trees. Her breathing turned into panicked gasps and suddenly a dark figure came rushing toward her and she dropped back into the den with a squeal to avoid it.

She jumped awake with a gasp, panting hard as her wide eyes darted around the den that she didn't fully recognize until her eyes landed on the still sleeping form of Milo laying not too far from her. Everything started to fall back into place and she realized that this was the real reality and all that stuff that had happened in the mangroves had actually been the dream. She poked her leg with her claws just to make sure, but slowly she started to get control of her breathing at least. It still felt like all of her fur was standing on end and when the wind rustled the trees outside she tensed again. Out of reflex she inched closer to Milo's side till their sides were brushing against each other, finding a bit of comfort in his presence while she tried to settled back down so she could go back to sleep.

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