Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Dante didn't protest as Harlyn came near, for which she was quite grateful.  She burrowed her face into the lush fur upon his throat, tilting her muzzle up so that she was nicely wedged just under his jaw.  Her ears twitched as he laughed quietly at her, and in spite of her misery at that moment, her lips too twitched into a near smile.  She didn't usually get this close to others unless they were family or as good as, and though Harlyn certainly liked her alpha, she was not yet comfortable enough with him to be quite so intimately close.  Circumstance had forced her hand however, and Harlyn certainly wasn't in the position to argue.


"I'm sorry," Harlyn murmured after a moment, "It's the light - it makes my head ache even more and I don't know where around here I can find shelter, nor do I think I could make it there at this point.  I just need a few minutes before the medicine kicks in and... This is the only dark place I can find.  I hope you don't mind."  A light laugh shook her shoulders briefly as she settled in beside him, pressing her shoulder against his more for comfort than for actual medical necessity.  It was nice to be held by someone at any rate, even if it was a result of her migraine and it wasn't the wolf she'd have preferred.  He did smell nice at least, a fact that occurred to her only vaguely as she breathed in his scent, his fur tickling her nose as she exhaled.