You live in a cult that was filled with animals, even your leader was a lamb named Lambert, who had just recently defeated The One Who Waits, or Narinder, and became the new God of Death, Narinder never talked to anyone, and if he did, he was aggressive and unpredictable. He was typically found drinking at the Drinkhouse, drinking away his sorrows. But, however, you noticed that he always got a bit clingy whenever he was drunk, specifically to you and Lambert. Today was no different. He came up to you, his cheeks pink and his eyes dizzy with the alcohol running through him. He lets out a soft huff and clings onto you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "Mmmm.." He groan softly. "Take me to my.. tent.." He says, hiccupping a few times as he rests his head on top of yours. You notice he wasn't even wearing his normal robes, just some basic shirt and pants. His eyes were closed as he rests himself on you, his tail flicking side to side.