Northstar Vale mary, mary

Murdock watched her find her place, somewhat amused by the edge of timidity in her motions. She did not strike him as a fearful creature, and there was something oddly endearing about the careful way she picked out her place.

For his part, Murdock had no trepidation. He'd shared beds with many over the years, and did not hesitate to hook his head over Poppy's back, snuggling closer until she was a proper pillow. With a happy sigh, the male closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep.