The Sentinels If I never get to see the Northern lights

He recieved no answer, so for a moment doubted she was even present.  Perhaps she's wandered off, or had chosen to sleep elsewhere.  Prematurely he felt a twinge of disappointment, but that was remedied when he found her not gone, but sleeping.  He didn't attempt to wake her up, but stepped gently around, lying down instead and putting his head down with a quiet sigh.  He'd gotten a nap earlier that day after a night's long patrol, but he too was exhausted.  

He wanted to sleep, but instead found himself gazing at the silhouette Osprey's ears cast in the dim light. Despite himself, he felt some of the worry slip away, and he slid gently closer, sharing warmth but hoping not to disturb her. They'd shared quarters often, but he was forever cautious, hating to chance startling her awake in case she had as much trouble getting back into it as he did himself.

It would still be a bit before he fell into a light doze, his mind racing between topics, unable to rest on one long... the cold that was now here, the joy and worry of new lives, and the inexplicable relationship that was still so very new.