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Aslatiel · (This post was last modified: 02-18-2021, 08:44 AM by Aslatiel.)

"Aslatiel Fatalis"

Naiche's words made her smirk and she shot back, "My darling boy, you don't realize a lot of things." It was true. Naiche was a thick skulled kind of guy. There were times when he refused to admit the obvious. Like staying here with her. She knew he liked it. He knew he liked it. But would he admit it? Probably not. The big dummy.

After using snowy water to return her muzzle and paws to its pristine coloring, she went back inside the den. Using a scrap of fur, she dried herself as good as she was able. The small, crackling fire in the hearth would do the rest. Asla spared a glance at Pan and smiled. "Hello, Pan." She directed him to the side chamber. It was a big chamber full of furs and some shelving. Ashur was in there napping. She'd told the cat that he would have a new roommate soon and the consensus was, 'as long as he doesn't snore...'

Listening to Naiche talk about the task that he'd completed brought a nod from the striped woman. "A decent task." Again, he let loose his snark and Aslatiel rolled her eyes. "If you hadn't succeeded you'd be in a much less desirable mood. And no, I didn't know she was coming."

Naiche helped himself to the bison meat and she did so as well. She'd cut it into smaller, more manageable pieces. The rest would be stored near the fire to dry. He thanked her and she shot him one of her beaming grins. "You're welcome." As she settled down, she released a slight hiss. Her neck wounds were sore from the exertion. If she went back to Mojito, he'd likely avoid her or yell at her for not following his orders. And so she would suffer, but the bison meat had been worth it.

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