"Um... if it helps, I don't need much room to sleep.  Plus after seeing all this fighting like this, I don't think I could be able to sleep," Vega replied to comfort Feign.  "Mind if I ask, how young of nagas are we talking about?  Babies, preteens?  Because I love kids.  I grew up with eleven brothers and sisters."<br/><br/>Feeling that they were getting closer to the den, Vega began to get more nervous.  She began to hold onto Feign's shoulders and wrapping her arms around his chest.  Deneb (on the other hand) began to watch behind the group, making sure that nobody was following them.  She assumed that the other tails were also looking for the same thing, but she began to feel like she was alone and an oddity for a tailmaw.  But not having a brain in her head (only shearing Vega's), she tried her best to look and act like the other tailmaws.<br/><br/>(I am so sorry that I haven't posted in such a long time.  I don't be meaning to be playing the blame game, but Feign hasn't posted to me that it is my turn.  So Feign, I think it helped me out when you posted to me, or are you getting sick of doing that?  Either way, I didn't mean to be neglecting you all).