Hushed Willows You can polish me for hours, but I'll always look best in your head

Snow fell lightly just beyond the den's mouth, throwing long shadows under the evening sun. Reverie watched them dance across the den floor from her bed, tucked in @Boone's arms. One of his wrists laid trapped between her paws. She chewed his toes idly as she lounged.

What about - The words began garbled. Reverie remembered belatedly to spit his toes out before she continued. What about Snowflake? For a name. She glanced at Boone briefly to gauge his reaction. Then she dutifully returned to chewing on his paw.