The large stuffed bear by the door seemed to flinch in the moonlight, it’s beady black eyes flickering around as color flooded into them. His little arms tensing as he shot up, the play sword hardening into a mini short-sword as his body enlarged by almost a foot.
“Domine, thy’, night-prowlers are approaching.” The bear spoke softly, leaping onto the bed by the lion, clutching the blade tightly in his stuffed paws.
“Awaken the others,” The lion opened his eyes, sending a short glance to the sleeping human before turning back to his friend. “Another night is upon us,” The bear nodded stiffly, turning around and letting out a low pitched growling noise. A nearly noiseless rumbling filled the room as the stuffed animals awoke, their small bodies
