W2 (44)

Feral opens his groggy eyes to the overwhelming feeling of softness tempting him to succumb to the terrifying drowsiness that overcame him. However, he immediately snapped out of it and leaping up in alert, grabbed a dagger from his interdimensional space and positioned himself for battle until a gruff voice interrupted him.

“Awake finally?” Genad asked with a languid look on his face.

He sat right in front of Feral with hands on his cheek as he stared at the disheveled male who although completely oblivious to what he was doing was somehow able to enter into attack mode.

Feral’s eyes finally cleared up as he calmly accessed the situation before him. He was in an open field covered in short green grasses and surrounding it were huge trees and a possible forest which left one wondering why such a field came to be in the first place.

Behind him was the ‘thing’ he had laid on which turned out to be a famished Paws who was snoring away peacefully and before him was Genad.

But something wa