Myglaður is laid flat out on their back, feet in the air and paws twitching. They are sound asleep.
You nudge Myglaður, who is asleep with their paw over their face. They mumble to give them another minute and go back to sleep.
Myglaður tells you to go to their favourite spot as there is something prepared for you. When you ask why they didn't bring it here, Myglaður shrugs, answering that it was too much work.
Waxing Crescent Moon
Spring