As the sun rose, Dromaeus was warmed enough to rise, and carried out his usual stretches. As he finished, he rubbed his head.
"At least I do not have a hangover this time." He searched around his his satchel and pulled out a smoked slaughterfish fillet, which he began to bite thick chunks from as he went to see who else had woken.
"At least I do not have a hangover this time." He searched around his his satchel and pulled out a smoked slaughterfish fillet, which he began to bite thick chunks from as he went to see who else had woken.