Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly
Milo
10-14-2020, 11:40 PM
Milo had not been as quick to fall asleep as Nausicaa had been. After some time had passed, he heard the heavy breathing of the sleeping wolf next to him, indicating she was indeed sleeping soundly. But he stayed awake for a little while longer, keeping his eyes on the darkness just outside. Sleep was not something Milo came by easily, especially after the nights he had spent running and hiding. But with another wolf with him, he was able to take some comfort in knowing he wasn't alone to look after himself—at least for tonight. The wind outside began to pick up, a coastal breeze rustling through the trees outside with a cacophony of shaking branches and leaves. It was the last sound Milo heard before his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, and the young wolf drifted off into a peaceful slumber. ... ... A sharp gasp roused Milo from his sleep, the brown-furred wolf just barely peeking his eyes open when his brain registered what the sound was. He didn't lift his head immediately, instead trying to remain in a facade of sleep while he analyzed his surroundings for any threats. What he saw instead was Nausicaa sitting upright with a start, glancing all around in a panic and poking at herself. her breathing fast and shallow. His lips tightened into a line as he put two and two together. She must have had a nightmare and woken herself up. Way to go, Milo... You gave your lovely host nightmares with your stories... he mentally chided himself. He gradually closed his eyes again, but remained awake, listening for her to settle back down into sleep before he followed suit. But when he felt her shift to slide closer to him until her soft fur was brushing against his and he could feel the warmth of her body, he slowly opened his eyes. Nausicaa had moved closer to him, it seemed. Guilt gnawing at him for being at least partially responsible for her night terror, he carefully unwound himself and repositioned himself so she could snuggle herself more comfortably against his side. "It's okay, it was just a dream..." he whispered to her, his voice low, smooth, and even. "I'm here with you... You're safe..." With apprehension, Milo lifted a paw and inched it across Nausicaa's side, both testing to see if she'd tense or pull away, but wanting to comfort and reassure her at the same time without crossing any boundaries. If she recoiled in any way, he'd pull back and let her get comfortable again, otherwise draping his paw over her to hold her closer and let her find shelter against him. "Speech" — Thoughts
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