<em>It's so warm, and that smell...</em>Calypsa snuggled up to the source of the heat, half-asleep, nuzzling Nishka's chest. Her eyes shot open when she realized what she was doing. She raised her head to peer at the sleeping girl beside her, very much wanting to stay, but...<em>No, I can't.</em>She gingerly and quietly removed herself, not wanting to wake Nishka just yet. She didn't trust herself to be so close to her, especially when she didn't know what was causing this effect on her.<br/><br/>The sun was coming up. Calypsa was an awful mess, and she had the deer to dress. Throwing the deer over her shoulders, she made for a nearby stream.<br/><br/>Calypsa undressed and cleaned herself up a bit. Caked-on blood and deer hair washed away in the clean water. Satisfied and refreshed, she looked over to the deer. Normally she ate her kills in wolf form, gorging herself before falling asleep. This was new, but she felt confident she could figure it out. How hard could it be? Sighing, she pulled out a skinning knife, and began the long, arduous task of dressing the deer.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Calypsa stirred up the coals that were left behind by last-night's fire, then added more twigs to it. Once the flame had reached a more healthy size, she placed some larger stones, that she had collected, around the campfire.  She had strung the deer up on a thick branch of a nearby tree, and sliced some strips of meat from the carcass, which were now hanging precariously off the end of some sticks she picked up. Calypsa used the stones to prop the sticks up so that they dangled over the fire. She hoped that would work for cooking them.<br/><br/>Standing back, admiring her work, she rubbed the back of her neck as she looked for a place to sit down. Calypsa sat near the fire, gazing at the sleeping Nishka, again studying her, trying to figure out just what it was about her that made her so... intoxicating. She looked just like a normal girl, but Calypsa's nose told her otherwise.