Silently slipping into the small clearing inside the small forest, Inwe glances around the clearing once, and softly sighs. Not my ideal choice for campshe thinks to herself, far too close to humans, but it will have to do for now, day will be breaking soon.
Although Inwe knows full well that she won't burst into flames if the sunlight touches her, she still prefers the night. It's quieter and you are less likely to run into unexpected and uninvited guests.
Inwardly berating herself for allowing herself to get so close to humans, she pulls her bedroll into the densest and most heavily shaded area of trees facing the clearing, and settles in for a few hours of uneasy rest.
No sooner does she begin to doze off, than a slight weight dropping onto her causes her sit straight up, knife in hand. A quick glance tells her it's only Shadow, "You are going to get yourself killed doing that one of these day," she mutters to the little cat curling up to sleep beside her. Sighing once more Inwe lays back down and finally manages to drift off.
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