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At first Azerus resisted the call of day and Moeasha, while the smell made him unflatteringly drool upon himself, it wasn't enough to raise him from slumber. Then a certain amount of logic and realisation slipped into his subconscious. 
Suddenly startled and surprised Azerus shot up from his makeshift bed.

Poised and ready for a fight his wide eyes darted around, finally coming to fall on Moeasha. A wave of relief took him as the past night came flooding back to him. Crossing his legs he took a seat before her.

"[i]Coulda been more gentle."[/i] he mumbles, trying to find place to lay the blame of his unduly reaction as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

[i]"What have you got there? Did you find the rations I packed?"[/i]