Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

You're welcome. Prince nosed his cheek, pleased that the other wolf was appreciative of his efforts. He shifted a little against him, comfortably warm now that they had been sharing heat for a time. It was pleasant in a foreign sort of way to be pressed against Arrille; they didn't know each other, he thought, but there was an inexplicable connection between them.
He rested his head near Arrille's at his suggestion, not quite touching his head or neck area because Prince was still salt-covered and didn't want to ruin his own work. The intense salty taste while cleaning Arrille hadn't been pleasant, and he didn't intend for that effort to go to waste.