Lazy bones

Ignita grunted at his kick and scrambled to get up, cursing something about the sun under her breath. She stretched out her legs quickly and elongated her neck momentarily before shaking the sleep and dust off her bright pelt.

She'd have to get used to early mornings then. Her brain doesn't always shut up at night and she has to scribble things out.

"I think so." She answered his question about cataloging the supplies. Her eyes spied the papers that were scattered around her from last night, her doodles showing clear as day and she quickly pawed at them hoping he hadn't seen them, she stuffed some of them under a fox pelt with a quick swish of her back foot and tail. Then lifted herself on her hinds to reach the bottom shelf where she had placed a large piece of leather that held a count of the supplies in both storage rooms and a headcount from what she gathered from the meeting. Oops, a doodle of a boy with wings was scrawled in the corner, she quickly tried to smudge Wylan away. He had been nice to her at the meeting. Did Basilisk see that? She had to stop doodling.

"Here, according to this, if everyone has two rations a day we got maybe a third of a season in stores. If everyone showed up at the meeting, I took a headcount there." She said. It was probably not what he wanted to hear.

"Ignita"