Routine
Salome (CH 434/439) opened his misty eyes, rubbing the gunk out of the edges. He stared at the wooden ceiling above him in silence, listening to the various sounds coming in through the open window.
After laying in the bed for a few minutes he suddenly stood up and walked out of the cabin.
"Hngh!" he extended both his arms, moving them left and right to stretch.
The light from the campfire that was still burning fell on his face, followed by a gentle breeze that sent a chill into the very depths of his body.
He shuddered, swiftly retreating back into the cabin for a minute or so, and returning with a long woolen coat.
Rubbing his hands and arms, Salome walked up to the campfire and sat down on the leftmost seat. In front of him laid a small purring white fluff ball. Salome reached out and picked it up, placing it on his lap.