CH 25 — Saffron
Prior to all this, Saffron was just milling around. It had no real purpose here, other than watching for the ever creeping waterline. Vallens busied vemself with packing up as much food and booze as possible, and Eisbaer was hard at work, fashioning protective gear. What else could it possibly do, other than stand watch and wait to leave? Clean? Everyone picked up after themselves. And the bikes were safely tucked away inside, just waiting by the door…
So it paced the floor, ears cocked and tracking process and any potential signs of danger. When the first slap came, Saffron immediately trotted towards it, wicked claws looking for a fight. Finally, a threat! Something to be solved!
It expected to confront an invader, maybe even the owner. Saffron would then have to run interference until someone better with words stepped in. But its fist did not unfurl, only tightened, as it stared back at the face peering in through the sliding door.
