sorry for the shortie! <3
Denver hadn't slept long enough to dream, but his body was warm and comfortable beside the fire, his mind blank and happy in rest. So when the voice came, soft and nearby, his eyes shot open suddenly, waking and reeling back against the bark of the tree. Wide-eyed and panic-stricken, his heart raced until pale blues found those familiar heavy-lidded ebon eyes. It was just Caspa. His anxiety faded immediately, breathing out a heavy sigh and shaking his head. It could've been anyone; one of those crazed coyote he'd heard about from Inferni, or any of the dangerous assassins lurking around in these neutral lands. It wasn't a smart move, nor a safe one, and he could feel his face flush. Good thing she couldn't see under his fur. "Jesus, Caspa, you scared the hell outta me! he said, scrambling to regain his composure. "I must'a fallen asleep... Where've you been?" he asked, rubbing an eye groggily once he was sitting upright again, ivory hand wiggling a stick about the ashes to prod the fire back to life. Now that she was here, he almost felt guilty for napping. He had waited, though, at least. Finally they met again; Denver didn't like being stood up.
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