Malakai's eyes grew heavy as the night wore on. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head.
His family chatted softly around him, their gentle hum of conversation a soothing background noise.
As the night deepened, they slowly fell silent, one by one, until the only sound was the soft crackling of the fire pit.
Malakai's bed creaked as he lay down, the softness enveloping his weary body. He snuggled under the blankets, feeling the warmth seep into his bones. His eyes drooped, and he let out a contented sigh.
Akira settled down beside him, her fur a soft rustle against the floor.
Amari curled up at the foot of the bed, her gentle snores a soothing accompaniment to the night. Vesper perched on a nearby chair, her eyes watchful, even in sleep.
The three guardians lay down at the foot of the bed, their eyes closed, their chests rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
Malakai's eyelids fluttered closed, his body relaxing into the bed.
