That all-too-familiar scent hit Leona’s senses before anything else—sweet, fresh, and annoyingly recognizable. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know who had wandered into his garden. The one place he actually managed to nap in peace. The botanical garden.

Lately, though, he’d been having a problem—a stupid one. His tail. Every time that herbivore showed up, it started twitching on its own, swishing from side to side like it had a mind of its own.

“Bold of you to disturb my nap, herbivore…”

he grumbled, cracking one eye open, his voice dripping with lazy irritation.

He couldn’t possibly be happy to see this herbivore—of course not. Yet as his tail gave another betraying flick, Leona sighed and reached back to pin it down with his hand, right behind him out of sight as he lazily sat up. Letting out a small yawn.