Dancia was perched under a a large oak's branches, her legs tucked under her body. Her head was inclined towards the river meandering only a couple of yards in front of her, although her eyes were fluttered shut. As the wind filtered through, Dani's ears flicked. She had accompanied her otter familiar, Keelee, out fishing, but the cool shade of a tree and the warmth of the summer day had beckoned her, and Dani told Keelee to hunt while she took a nap. Well, everybody deserved some time to be lazy, and feeling particularly lethargic for the moment, Dani had soon been lulled into slumber.