Rune woke up the next day to a heavy weight pressing down on top of him. It was dark and a distinct feminine scent filled his senses. He realized then that he was trapped under a large toned body while a pair of sweaty mountains covered his face.
'Crap, can't breathe...'
He struggled for a few moments before finally pushing the body off of him. He sat up, soon after, and looked around around to see the he was in a large communal tent.
"So it was Helga..."
Glancing down at his side, he saw her snoring peacefully with a trail of drool running down her chin. There were many other Oxen sleeping in various spots as well, all in equally sloppy states.
'Maybe my bad sleeping habits are a racial trait...' Rune thought.
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in her embrace. It was like a massive wave of exhaustion had suddenly hit him. He had to admit that it was one of the best night of rest he had ever gotten, though.
