Rook hadn't thought of the monster he hunted in all the time he'd spent with Roxanne. If anything he considered it a good thing, but in the back of his mind as they laid in that mini-cave inlet. Rook curled up into her and let himself nuzzle in against her warmth. He took her advice and soon fell asleep, although the inkling thought in the back of his mind that they were not alone gradually set in.
Sometime a few hours later, he did awaken and jerked his head a little as he looked up and about, seeing nothing in the brush, only Dirk beside them.
"Hear anything?" he asked, nodding to the griffon.
