The Guidance- OLD

[BlossomTail]

Drake frowned at her movements, wondering what was causing them. He eventually found a cave, just as it began raining. He hurried inside, before he set Myra down gently. He made sure Silvermoon was in the cave with them, and told her to stay there. He walked out of the cave without another word.

[Sabatea]

Myra continued her mumbling, "Don't go... Stay..." she muttered before flinching again and falling silent.

[BlossomTail]

Silvermoon blinked at her words, frowning. She curled up beside her, sighing.

[Sabatea]

Myra shivered slightly at Silvermoon's touch before remaining still.

[BlossomTail]

About ten minutes later, Drake came back with his hair soaking wet, and a wad of white clothing wrapped around some objects. He sat down in the middle of the cave, and dumped the materials out of the cloth, now recognizable as being his shirt. ((Yes, he's shirtless. xD)) The materials were things that were necessary to build a fire, and he began to, tossing his wet shirt aside, hoping it had kept the sticks dry.

Silvermoon watched him, an eye raised as she discovered he was shirtless, but didn't question it.

[Sabatea]

(( Hahahaha lol Silvermoon xD ))

Myra continued her stream of muttering, but the words were too soft to hear now.

[BlossomTail]

((xD))

Drake was muttering to himself when his attempts failed to light the fire with his lighter. He growled, and continued to try and light it, becoming impatient.

Silvermoon sighed, and rested her head on her paws again, closing her eyes.

[Sabatea]

Myra slowly blinked open her eyes, glancing towards Drake curiously.

[BlossomTail]

Drake let out an irritated sigh, throwing the lighter aside. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, before picking up his wet shirt that was laying beside him, unaware Myra was awake.

[Sabatea]

Myra silently pushed herself up on her hands and knees, crawling over to Drake's pile of sticks, eyeing it silently.