His emotions, already broiling, had his body vibrating as he took notice of the vast change her quarters had undergone. She was there, sleeping belly down on the floor, but wrapped up in a giant sheet the likes of which he had never seen. There were several green, wooden boxes on the far side of the tent as well, and some sort of pack beside them that was completely alien to the veteran hunter.
"Michael?" she mumbled, her head lifting up from some sort of green pillow or shirt.
She yawned as she turned her head back toward Emiel, eyes out of focus in her morning stupor. "You rise too early, come back to bed..."
Emiel's seethed in anger; his eyes could glow red as a silent, savage snarl revealed his teeth.
Drops of blood escaped his clenched fists as his claws pushed into his palm. Pain
