Cyrus chuckled as he felt Wiflor hug him tighter. He held onto her, letting out a big yawn. He buried his face in her fur, closing his eyes for a moment. He thought about all he and Wiflor had been through in the year they had known one another. They had certainly come a long way from hunting rabbits in the forest. They had certainly become close since their first meeting... very close.<br/><br/>He wouldn't have it any other way of course. Cyrus felt more loved than ever. He finally felt like he was no longer alone. The wagon stopped, jarring Cyrus out of his relaxed state. Still, he remained still, not wanting to get up until he needed to. Unfortunately, Cyrus was disturbed by Atticus, who apparently needed his help setting up camp. They had set up their tents and started a campfire. They began cooking dinner. It was different than before. They grilled some chicken over the campfire and had that alongside grilled potatoes and vegetables. Wiflor had some of the chicken, of course, since it had already been established that she was not a fan of vegetables. Cyrus stretched and yawned. He just wanted to finish dinner so he could go to his tent.