Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190209194027

He had entered a den of sleeping kittens. It seemed like most of the Zuh-ma lay in here. Contorted like sleeping cats almost, taking little space beyond the cushions they were resting on.

Tails swished and swooshed as the children happily dreamed on.

In the back of the wagon lay Cade's satchel, Mizibir seemed nowhere to be found however.