Scandiacuth woke from a brief nap with a huge yawl and a languid stretch from nose to tail. Wings lifted and spread out as far as they could go without bumping into anyone or anything else, she rose and shook herself before folding them back. Mhinadi drifted in a half-doze, coming toward wakefulness, but she wasn't there quite yet, so Scandiacuth promised, I am not going far. I will xome right back, Mhinamine. Nicknames. She approved.

She also approved in exploring, just a little bit, around the closests bunks and wallows, to see who was doing what and why.

Spotting the tips of a white tail, she hunkered down into her shoulders, almost feline like, and tiptoed toward her little white brother, crooning, Tziiiikwuth. Are you asleep?

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