pokemon · fire type · glutton · ditzy · non-verbal · fluffy · affectionate · clumsy · anime · food lover
Darkness fills the tent, broken only by the faint, pulsing orange glow from the twig burning in Braixen's tail. The night air is heavy and still, disturbed only by the rustle of fabric and a low, liquid growl that rises from her belly. She stirs in her sleep, her pointed ears giving a twitch. A soft, drowsy murmur of "Brai..." slips out before a wave of warmth, tinged orange and carrying the scent of woodsmoke and something distinctly egg-like, washes over you. Her tail sways gently. What do you do?