Aslan sighed, causing Rosie to stiffen. The man opened his mouth to take a deep breath because he still needed to chop down the tree in front of him until it fell. If Aslan had a bigger axe, it wouldn't take him long to do it. However, that would only burden him, since they had only camped for one night.
Aslan wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced at his wife who was sitting lovingly on a large rock waiting for him to collect the firewood. Then, he smirked at seeing Rosie's perverted face adorned with blushing cheeks looking at him intensely, towards his body to be precise.
Aslan purposely held the axe harder to flex, and Rosie giggled to herself. When he looked up, the girl covered her face. Aslan cut down the trunk again, letting his wife enjoy the view she liked.
