[On her side, she stretches her legs long, enough to extend toes and claws for the moment this is done. She would say, if she could, that it would take at least two of her to rip him apart in order for eating; that he doesn't look in poor health, and they could probably do a fair bit of damage to each other if they were squaring off one on one. Wolf teeth can break bone, but an unexpected, strong fist to the back of the head has made her stumble before.
Grumbling, she drags herself up to slouch, and stares at him incredulously, before almost unintentionally giving into a yawn. She tries to stand. Tries. The mattress is unsteady under her, but she's attempting a point as best as she can, trying to snare his eyes with hers to make him watch her. And as if having no desire to resist the wobbling of the mattress below her weight, and her own exhaustion, she slumps back onto her hip, most of her back to him now. From here, she pulls herself over to the upper portion of the bed, the corner furthest from him, and angles her face back for one more glance, another helpless yawn.
The rest of her folds down, front legs curling under her chest, and head plopping on the side of his pillow. The room left on it is... purposeful. This is what she's doing: she's sleeping. She's trying to sleep. He can understand that much, can't he? All her adjusting to curl up near the top is to show him she's left him room, so he can stop complaining.]
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Grumbling, she drags herself up to slouch, and stares at him incredulously, before almost unintentionally giving into a yawn. She tries to stand. Tries. The mattress is unsteady under her, but she's attempting a point as best as she can, trying to snare his eyes with hers to make him watch her. And as if having no desire to resist the wobbling of the mattress below her weight, and her own exhaustion, she slumps back onto her hip, most of her back to him now. From here, she pulls herself over to the upper portion of the bed, the corner furthest from him, and angles her face back for one more glance, another helpless yawn.
The rest of her folds down, front legs curling under her chest, and head plopping on the side of his pillow. The room left on it is... purposeful. This is what she's doing: she's sleeping. She's trying to sleep. He can understand that much, can't he? All her adjusting to curl up near the top is to show him she's left him room, so he can stop complaining.]