He was sprawled out almost lazily over the sheets, lying upon his side with his belly towards the door, and thus towards Forgath.  He wore nothing but his shaggy brown pelt, which must have been brushed into soft-looking curls, all the way down to his feathery, unshorn fetlocks.  His purple tail had been grown out longer than Forgath had remembered, and rested modestly across hip and belly.  