Soft fur caressed my face, making my nose itch. As I reach up to scratch it I wonder, to myself, exactly whose fur it was, no simple conclusion coming to me in my semi-dazed state of drowsiness.
"Horo?" I guessed, even with a decent answer still confused. Two russet-brown ears poked up in the faint warm light and confirmed my suspicions. "You said you were going to keep watch for bandits." My incriminating tone made her yawn.
"I did, and I chased them away." With a fanged smile, she added, "They won't be coming back soon. I held back, though, so don't make that face."
Unsure of what face I'd made, I sat up to examine the deity more fully. The fire danced on her tail and the small of her back while I tried to think of a response.
"And don't you usually sleep in the cart? It's much warmer than out here." Of course, if both of us slept there it would be much easier to lose it at night.
"Yes, indeed it is. But I grow tired of the scent of apples."
"That's a good one, Horo."
She grinned. "I do tell only the most clever jokes."