J's P.O.V
I open one of my eyes, peaking to make sure it was morning. All I see is gry skies so I close it with a huff blowing out of my snout.
It was raining.
I hate rain.
Eventually, I force my eyes open and look at the pouring sky that wet all of the forest through the view of my cave.
I'm cold - Roger whines and I growl lowly. It was too early to deal with Roger.
I'm not cold - I reply, shaking my body a bit to shift the heat of my thick fur.
Well I am - He growls back. I'm cold and tired and hungry, we're lying on fucking rocks. I want a blanket.
What's a blanket? - I ask, giving into my curiosity.
Goddess have mercy - He sighs.
When Roger got like this, I learned to ignore him. He would talk a lot and use words I didn't understand, but they sounded like angry words. He'd keep yelling until he got tired, then he'd shut up for a couple minutes before starting back up again.
