see the new moon rising

Tonravik closed her eyes as he preened behind her ears, very nearly falling asleep. Their trip here had been a long one, and well trained as she was, they had still carried a body here. Tonravik let him near the base of her ears and all around them, and let out a huff when he stopped, the heavy exhale rippling the waters. 

The woman looked as he offered to her his ears, and Tonravik took to them as her mother took to her when her cubs were caked in mud and grime. Siku would push them into moving water, and pull roughly at the knots. Tonravik did much the same, wetting the area with her tongue, but tugging a bit roughly at the knatted fur, thinking herself doing a good job.