Arlen shared a therapeutic moment with his tiny friend, pouring his thoughts and concerns over a jar of wine. The Razzordra snapped at most of his words, but its company brought comfort to the lonely omega. "The wine here is not bad at all. I miss Ari so much. Do you think I'll ever get to see her again?" He moped.
"Maybe I should retire to bed. Off you go, into your pouch. We wouldn't want that mean ol' Alpha to find you," he rubbed the creature's head as the world went a little woozy before him.
The creature shortly craned its neck at the door, alert. The spikes on its head spread over its spine as it rattled strangely. Arlen repeatedly fought with his eyelids since Luca had not returned.
