misty eyes and teardrops
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Iskata chuckled at the male and how he just seemed to turn from the conversation and decied to concentrate on more important things. Smirking to herself she flopped down in the hay next to the male and nudged his bony frame over a little as she murmurred. "Perhaps I will Jefferson, perhaps I will." She eyed him, slightly jealous of how quickly he could just roll back over and continue on with the all lovely efforts of sleep. Rolling her eyes she stretched her frame out and watched the cattle grazing along the edge of their bedding before she too closed her eyes and with slow deep breathes she inhaled the rich scents of the earth, the sunbaked hay and the fields around her.

She began to drift off to sleep with the warmth of her packmate at her back and the lowing of the cattle in the field. Nap time was now, Jefferson was right about that, and she was about to take full enjoyment out of being able to be lost from the world for once.


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