Seneca was leaned back in a chair, her head tossed back as she snored
loudly in her sleep. Until, with a particularly loud,
nasally-guttering snore, she startled herself awake. She looked
around, to meet the wide eyes of Callista. The little one had been
staying in her quarters a few days now, still sporting a few wraps
and bandages. “Err... what happened?”
“You were making
noises.” Little Callista dutifully reported with her small, raspy
voice. Seneca choked back a teasing denial in the face of the
earnest, injured cub.
She grinned, self-deprecatingly. “It's
called snoring, Lil' One.”
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