Ankyra Sound ancient stones

Rewarded by the sense of warmth enveloping her, Raleska ceased her mighty wandering and slumped down, weary from the immense distance her tiny legs had travailed. A riffling sensation stirred along her back and she shuddered as Kierkegaard's cold nose trailed down her spine. Instinctively she arched up against it with a squall of disgruntlement, disliking the sudden current that passed through her newborn fur. As she clambered between his two massive front limbs (proper jungle gym courses, they were) she was aware he smelled different. Just as quick as the realization came, it fled, for her thoughts at this time were sadly and blissfully ephemeral.