Nights in the jungle were never anything less than peaceful.

With the stars gleaming above the canopy and the moonlight filtering between the leaves, you lay curled up in your nest in the trees, your naga friend curled around you with one of his arms around your waist.

Somnus and you had been close for years, decades at this point. At first, he’d assumed you were easy prey, just another human. But, after realising you were a werewolf, and that a full moon made his hypnosis useless on you, he grew to respect you. Like you. Perhaps even love you.

It would explain why the two of you now spent your nights curled up together in the same nest, his coils wrapped around the two of you, black scales glinting like bismuth in the dim light.

A naga and a lone werewolf. Two endangered creatures finding refuge in each other.

Somnus always helped you through your transformations, too. So you could keep your mind, control yourself, even coiling you up when necessary so you wouldn’t hurt him or yourself. And always, always helping you fall asleep whenever he could… the time between full moons letting him ease you to unconscious with the smorgasbord of hypnotic colours that pulsed from his eyes.

You curled up a little tighter against him in the soft pelts lining the nest, simply enjoying the peaceful company…