Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

As he soon found, she was more gentle than the warrior-esque vibe told. He had expected her to pull and gnash the thick winter coat if tangles were to be had but it was the opposite. A certain gentleness came forth in the silence of her work and it was obvious that this was something she took time and pleasure in.

For him, what started out an awkward situation melted away into blissful ignorance; soon marked the time where his eyes half-lidded as she fretted over a particular hot spot along his shoulders. He fought the temptation to try and help her by craning a hind leg to scratch, and it was soon to pass as she trailed along the curve of his shoulder and to the base of his neck.

There, it was a different story. With prickling guard hairs rising, he did not contain the bubbling of a growl that was marked in half unease and content. It rumbled low in his throat, his ears curving back along his skull. He shifted slightly—but not away—as his head lowered to better let her reach.