Roxy woke up the next morning with a low ache in her belly.
She shouldn't have taken it all the way like that. They ended up doing it the whole night because Kaelen couldn't calm down.
She immediately stepped out of the chambers.
The sun hadn't even thought about rising over the fortress when a piercing, shrill sound shattered the silence.
Kaelen shot up in bed, claws extended, ready to rip the throat out of an intruder. He looked wildly around the warm cave, his chest heaving.
"Ambush?" he roared, his voice thick with sleep. "Dragons?"
"No," Roxy said, walking back into the cave in her robe, holding a shiny silver whistle she had just purchased for [50 LP]. "A war cry."
She blew the whistle again.
"Up and at 'em, Wolfy! We have a schedule to keep! I didn't start this work so that you could sleep in until noon!"
Kaelen blinked, his icy blue eyes struggling to focus. "It is... still dark."
