Fisher listened to Black's strong, loyal words. The dark furred mutt was filled to the brim with bravery, a beautiful sense of justice and honor in his words. For a dreary moment, he wondered if it was right for him to let Black protect him-- he didn't really do anything to deserve the mastiff's unerring guardianship, but yet there they were.

But again, the poor noodle had no idea what he would do without Black and Fallah. The dog seemed sure he would live, and perhaps he would, but what would he do? Things seemed simple with Black around-- stick together, survive together, live and thrive-- but what was the point of all that without a friend? He blinked slowly, his lids drooping down. His smile grew only stronger, a twitch of his scarred, whiskered muzzle showing off his carnivore teeth just for a moment, his noodly body stretching out even more.

"Yeah, bud, get some sleep," he murmured softly, a yawn escaping his tiny body. "I'll be right here the whole time," he promised, curling up around the canine's paw, giving him a few short, furious licks to a pad before finally settling down proper.

And slowly, the white mist seemed to fade into bleak, bleary blackness of sleep.

@Black <3 Fisher Exit? :D unless you wanna continue the thread w/ them waking up and doing stuff, up to you rly uwu