Snippet #2366980

(OOC: Sorry I don't post more often, but I do live in England, so there's a pretty big time difference between us.  If you want me to pick up the pace, just let me know.)

Noko's awakening was slow; the events of yesterday had been exhausting, and the hut didn't have any windows to let the morning sunlight in.  After blinking his bleary eyes a few times, he saw that the fireplace was empty save for the last dying embers in its corners.  He rolled onto his side and stretched slowly.  The hard floor had made his back stiff.

An assortment of smells drifted to his nose and gave Noko all the encouragement he needed to face the day.  He pushed himself up and spotted Crimson sitting at the table in the corner, with a hoard of food spread in front of him.  "Good morning," Noko piped up, surprising himself with his own enthusiasm.  Bouncing over to the table, he grabbed an apple and tucked into it.  Through the slightly open door, he caught a glimpse of Growls with what looked like mud on his paws.  Don't ask, it's too early in the morning,  he told himself.  "So, what are we doing today?" he asked brightly.