When can // open // I rest

[VANDAL R.]

Vandal's light sleep flickers at the sound of someone approaching, although the scent is quick to reassure her that it's Caesar. She remains unmoving from her spot, curling into an even tighter a ball as she could muster and letting her jaws ease apart in a pleasurable yawn. When she finishes, she raises a paw and bats the air in Caesar's general direction, murmuring softly, "Shh. Insult later. Sleep now. Come, it's comfy."