Waking up a little before dawn's light cast it's rays on the encampment had Zander groaning out loud. This was unacceptable! He tried to roll over to find a more comfortable patch of ground only to find his left arm pinned down and his body pressed snug against Geoffrey. His face went red with embarrassment and was slightly glad no one else had awoken. Poking the slightly younger's side he chuckled quietly when Geo slapped his hand away and rolled away from Zander. Chuckling a little more, he rolled over himself, and started to doze. Slowly sleep overtook him again, but not before Geoffrey had rolled over again, and wrapped his arms around Zander's waist and let out a content sigh.


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Geoffrey tried his best to ignore the scream from within the woods, he tried to ignore the way the morning song birds had gone silent and he really tried to ignore the panting of Cecil and Ethan as they brought unwelcome guests back to the campsite. Geoffrey was NOT a morning person, he had never been. Zander, shockingly enough was the morning person even if the healer was a major annoyance. Unwrapping himself from Zander he shot a glare at the wolves. He scowl turned murderous when he watched the molten goo coming from their mouths. As if expecting everyone to wait their turn as he walked towards his horse who lay quietly. He was shirtless, tanned skin showing off in the morning light, and scratching at his back-end. Reaching for his bow and quiver without so much as a by your leave, he strung it, notched an arrow and let it fly. 

As Ethan had reached down for the plank of wood, his released arrow soared over the leader's back and landed firmly into the ground before the middle wolf. Notching two more arrows he sent them towards the other two wolves. He hated being woken up to a fight and he scowled more as he moved forward, a forth arrow already aimed for the beasts.

Not even taking his eyes off the beasts he moved towards Zander's STILL slumbering body and with a swift kick, roused the noble healer from his slumber. Zander spluttered and was ready to yell at Nymira for the rude awakening when he blinked and rubbed his eyes. Geoffrey had the "HOW DARE YOU WAKE ME" scowl on his face. Looking at the others he rose swiftly to his feet and stood behind Geoffrey.

"Oh honestly..." Zander moaned out. "You had to wake this one," he pointed to Geoffrey with a small look of fear. "With a fight..." It would have been comical if Zander wasn't slowly backing away towards his own borrowed horse for his staff. "Can't I catch a Saint's Forbidden Break!?"