I'm Just Gonna... -Yoink-

Once Saracyn felt Scylla's little legs wrap limberly around his neck to secure herself on his back, the drunken yearling began to slow process of shuffling and stumbling back towards the mountains where the dens and caves were. All he needed was for her to tell him which direction to go in and trust in his legs to not give out from under him again or for his paws to unintentionally walk them both into the lake. Except he was given even more frustrating ambiguity when Scylla said she didn't have one. The fuck...? She didn't have a den? All of their guests had been given dens to stay in for the night. More than likely, she was too drunk and couldn't recall which one she'd been given to stay in. Great... just great... Scylla told him she didn't care, then told him to take her back to his and take her to bed. Sara cast a nonplussed look back to the lithe badger wolf thing, quirking an eyebrow. Though he knew what she meant, he couldn't help but be amused by the diminutive girl telling him to take her to bed. If he weren't so tipsy and tired himself, he might have ragged her a little more about it.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want," he mumbled with a scoff. The dire lad then began the arduous task of trudging back through the dark forest and toward his family's den. Navigating his way up the winding mountain paths was trickier than he thought, but with great care and the occasional stumble into the rocky wall (thank the gods he hadn't veered toward the ledge!) they arrived to his family's spacious alpha's den. Saracyn grunted and wobbled into the darkness of the den, listening around for a moment to see if anyone was here or still awake. The cave was quiet; he'd be able to sneak Scylla in without worry. Sara heaved a sigh and took the path that branched off the den's main chamber and off to the sleeping dens, making his way with uncoordinated steps to his private alcove. He didn't know if Scylla was still awake or if she'd fallen asleep, but it didn't matter much. He carried the girl like she were a stuffed animal, easily hefting her petite body into his bedchambers and onto his spacious bed of plush, warm furs. The red-furred boy slid to his belly and carefully rolled Scylla off of him onto the bedding beside him, Saracyn rolling to collapse onto his back with a heavy sigh. Tired body relaxed into his bed, eyes gazing blankly into the darkness that surrounded them.

For a long while, Saracyn didn't say anything. He lay in the dark, listening to his breathing and Scylla's in the stillness of the winter night. His head was still spinning and swimming with the alcohol in his bloodstream, but he already felt much better lying down than he had been trying to walk a straight line. "Scylla...?" he called to her in a hushed voice through the darkness, his head shifting to tilt her direction. Thank you... I'm sorry... Saracyn didn't say anymore though. Instead, the massive adolescent just shifted to curl his body carefully around the tiny fae, wrapping her up in his form to keep her warm. The cave and furs would do well to keep the chill of winter out and away from them, but in his inebriated mind, he was now responsible for her. It wasn't like he liked her now or anything, he just didn't want her to get cold and sick. Plus he still didn't exactly like sleeping alone... not that he'd ever tell anyone that.

"Saracyn" & "Scylla"