Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

He remained still as he allowed her to make herself comfortable, feeling no awkwardness about the position.  As he had grown used to the role he filled within the plateau, the touches and contact between packmates had become second nature to the alpha.  He had not been a physical wolf, and still was not, but with family the boundaries he laid for others had shrunk to scarcely anything.  This was a more familiar closeness than he was used to, but the utility wasn't lost on him, and it wasn't unwelcome. It was a simple way they he could offer her help and he would take it gladly with no reservations.

"Mine often stem from motion rather than light," he said softly, ears perked and eyes focused on the trees around.  It had been a long while since he had suffered so, but he did recall light had made little difference.  He wondered how frequently these came, that she knew them so well.  She did not seem to worry, yet he made silent note to keep an eye out.

He could not think of.a good spot nearby either.  But he assumed she would let him know if she wished him to take her back to her den.