Waking up to the sound of noise and a possible brawl in the morning was never a good thing. This was the thought on Sigrid's mind as her eye trembled open. The sound of swords clashing against each other was not the only thing that had forced her to wake up, someone was licking the bottom of her feet.
The feeling was ticklish and her first thought was that Roland was playing around.
"Roland stop." she mumbled into the pillow.
The disturbance continued and her brain awakened fully, it hit her then that Roland would not be licking the bottom of her feet, another culprit was responsible for it.
"Sunny." she growled out and sat up, pulling her feet up towards her chest.
Her guess was correct, Sunny was the culprit. The silly dog sat on the bed, panting lightly which a look that was similar to a ridiculous grin.
"Why are you on the bed?" she croaked out. "And is why is your fur less than sparking white? Have you been disturbing the chickens again?"
"Woof!" Sunny barked.
