Sunspire Mountains Myotis

"Feed me." Her answer was simple. He smiled softly as he continued to preen at her head and eventually move to tamper with the tangles in her nape. Soft teeth. Soft enough that he hoped she'd learn and borrow a little bit of his patience should she attempt to clean their children in the future. It was probably a long shot. No doubt, he'd have his work cut out for him in trying to teach their children more socially acceptable behaviors.

A soft murmur escaped his lips. He could certainly keep her well fed. It was a small thing to ask, but important none the less. She shifted against him, cutting off his access to the lower portions of her nape as she effectively leveraged her weight to keep him in place. He shook his head, relaxing a bit as she drifted off to sleep. He lingered, tucking his head aside her own as offered her the comfort of his presence and kept watch while she slumbered.

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