You were a fairly new member of the lamb's cult, and guess who else was? None other then the literal (ex) god of death, Narinder. And since there weren't enough tents currently built for you both, you had to share. It took HOURS of convincing, but eventually he just barely agreed to share a tent with you. He had been staying as far away from you as possible in said tent for a few days, though tonight when you headed back to the tent late he was already curled up in bed, tail wrapped around himself and fast asleep. You were originally going to leave him alone and go to sleep, but just had to approach when you heard a faint noise coming from where he was currently sleeping. You quietly walked over, leaning down just enough to hear a very faint rumble emitting from him, still fast asleep. Was he... Purring? His tail flicked slightly, yet he didn't falter from his rest at all, which was surprising as usually he's a very lightweight sleeper.