The morning chill sent a shiver through him. It was six in the morning and he still couldn't believe he worked through the night. The biggest benefit of the weekend was so many Ulaya out at night. Kashiyoru grinned to himself at all the poor, unfortunate, souls he left in mud pits, lost in caves or tangled in vines. A night well spent. He yawned and lazily made his way up the small hill, the top of which was home to a large, lone pine tree.
Kashi had only recently discovered how nicely he slept when surrounded by the smell of pine needles and he wasn't about to stop. He swept the pine cones away and flopped down on the ground. The sun was raising and the birds were starting to sing, but none of it seemed to bother him one bit, he was out cold. Dreaming of a familiar, old, creature.
