O Unforseen effects

[Wolfsong]

A  familiar scent caught the umbreon's attention as it overpowered Samson's.  He silently padded downstairs, pausing only long enough to push the door shut to the living room where the growlithes were sleeping.  Thus ensuring no competition.


Samson groaned in his sleep but didn't wake up as his own stomach entered another spurt. Waking up at the tail end of it, Samson grunted as he eased off the bed and waddled into the bathroom to take a shower of his own. When he was done he headed back to bed and drifted off into a deep sleep