Morningside Cuesta don't make a shadow of yourself

Harlyn's ear twitched at his touch and she tittered softly at the tickle. Her eyes sought his with affection as he responded to her greeting. A swell of pride fluttered in her chest as he enunciated 'alpha' pointedly. It was strange to finally be in the exact position she'd always dreamed of, but it was a wonderful sort of strange. 

"I do believe you are right, my friend," Harlyn replied with a happy flourish of her tail, "things seem to be going so smoothly, I can hardly believe it. The gods are good."