Chapter Fourteen
Someone was tickling her face. No, something. Soft and bushy and fast. Like an animal. A tail?
She opened her eyes and immediately, the soft thing disappeared - and with it, a pressure on her chest that she hadn't even realised was there.
"Leave the arnap alone, children," someone said from the other end of the- the tent? She slowly sat up, swallowing down a bout of vertigo. Yes, it was a tent, a rather large one. It seemed to be made from animal skins sewn together, and the floor wasn't a tarp but an assortment of furs. It was nice and soft and surprisingly warm. Probably due to the fire in the centre of the tent, around which her companions were seated together with some other people. The light was too bright to make out much detail, but there seemed to be at least t
