pre false dawn

I wait for the shallowing of breathing. I hover nearer their forms. Their body temperatures should rise as they come near waking, and more imporantly, feeding me. I will bask in the flare of their pre-waking heat to limber my limbs for the bowl quest and the race of victory after the feast.

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