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Torbek curled up against the thick trunk of an oak tree. In front of him, the fire was beginning to die down, its flames shrinking into embers.
Around the campfire, the group slept peacefully in their bedrolls. A quiet night like this was rare, and even the rowdiest of the group had settled in quickly for a good rest. Torbek had offered to take first watch, needing a bit of quiet before he could become truly sleepy.
So he watched.
The scene was utterly peaceful, like a painting in a storybook. The dying fire threw the sleeping faces into gentle contrast, their still bodies lit in a dark orange glow.
Morning Frost was curled up in a ball, his robes wrinkled and messy, his tail coming up to rest beside his face. Quiet- near imperceptible- vibrations emanated from his chest.
Kremy, due to the cold weather, had draped himself over Gideon like a blanket, the tip of his nose coming to rest at the base of the genasi's neck. Gideon himself seemed perfectly comfortable with the arrangement, his limbs splayed out and his chest rising and falling deeply.
Sleeping in a pile were Gricko, Hootsie, Pigtunia, and Twig. Hootsie had curled her body around the other three, and the group seemed to breathe in perfect unison as they slept.
As the last embers of the fire went dark, Torbek smiled to himself. It was always a blessing to watch his friends rest easy.