Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

I think they are xD No Lorne, find someone better!!!!
 
Cirrus basked in her attention, feeling her silken tongue soothing the cracked half-scars and bringing to attention the sorry state of his fur. As with all good things, it came to an end. She moved away, but stayed on the brim of his personal space – something Storm certainly didn’t mind. Her words we perhaps a little self-depricating. On this occasion, she had succeeded in her attempts at being kind.
 
Cirrus gazed at her muzzle, eyes drinking in the soft fur there, unwilling to look her in the eye. She didn’t treat him like Omega, but he was mindful his guard may change, and he may be challenged for seeming too familiar. After all, who was he to presume any sort of connection with this pack that kept him prisoner?
 
“What do I do, if I can’t find my sister?” He trusted her enough to want her response desperately. His eyes sought out hers for the most fleeting of seconds.