Cassie
Really? Alright, fine.
Cassie doesn't really do much, simply just waiting out the sun to fall below the horizon. Cassie doffs her armor in the falling of the sun in the sky, rummaging around in her large pack for something much nicer to sleep in. As the night began to set in, the caprine finally began to rest, dreaming about some of her misadventures and lewd expedites. In rare occasion, her night of rest is uninterrupted and tranquil, the sounds of a nighttime forest putting her mind at ease.
As the sun began to rise, the sounds of birds singing and crunching leaves wake the sheep,
She bleats softly, arms stretched out upwards as she adjusts to begin awake once more. Her armor lay atop her pack, and she rearms herself in the beaten and battered armaments she still has on her and sets out in some wayward directions, hopefully in some direction of more anthropomorphic and preferably nonaggressive life.
Cassie doesn't really do much, simply just waiting out the sun to fall below the horizon. Cassie doffs her armor in the falling of the sun in the sky, rummaging around in her large pack for something much nicer to sleep in. As the night began to set in, the caprine finally began to rest, dreaming about some of her misadventures and lewd expedites. In rare occasion, her night of rest is uninterrupted and tranquil, the sounds of a nighttime forest putting her mind at ease.
As the sun began to rise, the sounds of birds singing and crunching leaves wake the sheep,
She bleats softly, arms stretched out upwards as she adjusts to begin awake once more. Her armor lay atop her pack, and she rearms herself in the beaten and battered armaments she still has on her and sets out in some wayward directions, hopefully in some direction of more anthropomorphic and preferably nonaggressive life.