"very well, more for me" shiro says evenly, letting mihai'en sleep while the rabbit cooks under shiro's watchful gaze. shiro eats before going to bed, leaving nothing more than bones after his meal, which he stores in a pack for later use in a broth or other such purposes. shiro rouses loudly from a nightmare about his family pleading for him to save them while they're being eaten before the wolf turn on him, the shout most likely waking mihai'en to the mists of the early morning forest around him, the sun just beginning it's slow rise leaving the vibrant and towering trees showered in grey light and silence while shiro's fire had gone out during the night, leaving everything cold. after getting up, putting his sword in it's scabbard through his belt and putting his cloak on to hide his tail and ears shiro wanders around the camp gather dead branches that had already fallen from their trees for the fire, knowing that the dryads would be amiss were he to actually climb into a tree and begin removing branches, before letting the sun rise and attempting to wake mihai'en gently but failing that shiro just gives him a light kick