Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160126202731

The fire had died, with the embers still glowing as Percival laid curled up in a pile of his robe as a matrass and his clothes as blanket close to the fire. He opened one eye lazily. "Last night one of the puppies was sniffing around the other side of our cloth. but she and the other two adults left us alone."

He then closed his eye again and nodded off again.