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Though she and Mikos had carefully cleared away any large debris before setting up their small tent, Kyra swore there was a rock digging right into her hipbone. She shifted and slid in the slick material of her sleeping bag, holding back the string of curses that would certainly wake Mikos beside her.
He’d said this would be her best night of sleep. If his statement was accurate, she dreaded the upcoming weeks. He’d given her a sleeping bag, but it hadn’t helped her fall asleep. The other lupine could shift and have an easier time of things, but that wasn’t an option for her. Mikos remained in human form, and though she wanted to snuggle him, he clearly had practice sleeping on cold dirt, as he was gently snoring.
The sleeping bag was more comfortable than the floor of the tent alone
