The saber which last night cuddled close to Tellara, was now covering itself under the carpet and in between her legs, shaking, frightened by the events of the night. Its fur softly scratches against her inner thights, and its whiskers teasing her cunt, as she was still naked. The saber had its claws digged into the bed, holding tightly, too afraid to get out and see if it was secure. It had recieved a small open scratch, over its ribs, it wasn't bleeding, but it was a wound. Eladir was clearly sleeping in a room not far from, his snoring could be heard, it slept deep, it did sound like it atleast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>