[ Less along the lines of either of the above though, is the downtime Sascha spends with one person in specific:
Bigby.
It's not an unusual thing for him to whittle away the nights he doesn't venture out with the Fable since they share a room together most days (being nocturnal and all). It's habit and routine by this point for him to wake up when the wolf rolls over and squishes him, or shoves him with a pay, or drops his muzzle on him...you know. Standard stuff. He never complains and he's always happy for the reminder that there's at least one animal in the universe that doesn't hate and fear him immediately.
...And who lets him play with their paw as he lies on his side, eyes bright as he wiggles two of the wolf's oversized toes back and forth slowly. Because they're so darn fluffy and soft no matter how tough the pads of his paws are and Sascha loves them. ]
Closed to Bigby
Bigby.
It's not an unusual thing for him to whittle away the nights he doesn't venture out with the Fable since they share a room together most days (being nocturnal and all). It's habit and routine by this point for him to wake up when the wolf rolls over and squishes him, or shoves him with a pay, or drops his muzzle on him...you know. Standard stuff. He never complains and he's always happy for the reminder that there's at least one animal in the universe that doesn't hate and fear him immediately.
...And who lets him play with their paw as he lies on his side, eyes bright as he wiggles two of the wolf's oversized toes back and forth slowly. Because they're so darn fluffy and soft no matter how tough the pads of his paws are and Sascha loves them. ]