I feel an indescribable sensation begin to travel down my spine as this same warm feeling begins to overwhelm me. I feel safe lying here beside this strange white and red minx. Pressing myself completely into her allows me to feel the radiating strength and some sort of strong emotion from her that seems to slowly fill into me. As I press my face into her chest I inhale her scent it is filled with a variety of different scents, one in particular is that of the male that had attacked me in Diveen, and yet I ignore it for now. He is not here to attack me. He is gone somewhere in those outer lands. I feel the sharp points of her teeth, but it is gentle and not firm, she does not puncture my skin, but only my fur. I feel some tugs here and there and I growl softly not liking how she pulls, but I lick her chest as if reassuring this she-wolf that I am not going to hurt her. I gently move my muzzle to her own appeasing her, but I am shocked when she moves to grab my muzzle with her own jaws. My vivid violet eyes look into those blood like eyes surrounded heavily with black, her face certainly making me feel intimidated. I do not know what to do as she grabs hold of my muzzle and begins to bring it down. I yank my head back in a jerking moment at first not thinking this is right, but I do not growl or show any sign that I am trying to be aggressive. I just…don’t like it. But I still when I see those scary eyes again and whimper softly as her tongue drags from my cold nose to the fur between my eyes.

When she stops her grooming I find myself quietly staring into those fiery embers held back by the ebony circles around her eyes. She isn’t as scary as I thought she was. She is kind to me. She is attentive. Providing me warmth and comfort. This is something no one had given me before and she is the first. She is quiet though. She does not speak. I find this odd, but perhaps she is the shy type? I notice how her leg does not move from my back and I wonder why she wants me close to her. I feel her lick my ear and I bump my skull underneath her chin in an assuring manner. As she yawns I cannot help, but return as I place my head near her chest. With a heavy sigh I close my eyes enjoying the warmth and strength bleed into me. Her head resting along the back of my beck provides me security and comfort. I cannot help but grow tired. It isn’t long before I fall asleep, a dreamless sleep, all because I feel like I can here. Though I wake up later and still feel her leg over my body and her head never lifting from my own. As I attempt to wiggle myself free I find her waking up from her own slumber. Slowly I manage to pick myself on my russet paws, my russet banner swaying side to side as I tilt my head looking at her. Piercing violet eyes scan around me and I find an object that was hidden within the reeds. An deer’s antler had fallen due to winter and it is an object I find most fitting. I walk slowly towards it picking it up between my teeth and head back over to her, placing the other end of the antler out as I put myself into a play bow, my tail still wagging, as I wonder…if she will play? I’ve never played with someone before. I am still sick, but I am feeling much better and I would like to use this energy and spend it on being…playful. I think she will like it.