A long day called for a long rest, and Miles certainly planned to nap until nightfall. The small 'daeva wasn't known for his size, especially compared to those of his kind, but he was known for one thing: hoarding. His small cave was littered with random trinkets he had acquired throughout the months. His biggest pride was the fact he had obtained all the items through fair means – bargaining, trading, and acquiring goods through services were the only means he had in getting his trinkets. Thieves were filthy, to him. What gratitude did one receive by just taking something not theirs? It was indecent, and often he'd stay awake at night guarding his treasure in fear that one day a filthy thief would pillage from his cave. He was not aware that most did not fear him, thanks to his petite size compared to the generally massive 'daeva's. He was still bigger than a normal, but he did not rival his father or brother. He also was too kind-hearted to really do anything if he caught someone stealing from him. The worst he'd do would be snatching the item back and glare, and that in itself wasn't frightening.
This evening, however, was not one of those cautious times. He snoozed soundly, planted right in the middle of his cave in a tight ball. His flames licked around his paws lackadaisically, occasionally jumping upwards whenever he would emit a loud snore. The winged creature obviously did not believe anyone would dare enter his den, and this would be his undoing. He was not prepared for the evening he'd soon have, nor the tiny little fox who would enter his den.
