Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Grayday thumped his tail in response to that. He was a bit tired, himself. "Most of us sleep right around here. This is the deepest part of the forest, and the ground is the softest here," he told her, standing up and stretching out his limbs. "I, of course, sleep on a bed made out of puppies, being the king and all."

He retreated to said bed and began to arrange the children into a more comfortable formation, not wanting to squish anyone as he curled himself around the puppy-pile. He shot Moonstone a smile and thumped his tail again, inviting her to cuddle, if she wanted. It wasn't necessary, this early in the season, but by wintertime, they'd all need to be comfortable curling up together.