Hushed Willows shelter

dag is so cute, god. <3

Unlike most strangers, this guy was actually pretty cool!

Moonbrook relaxed almost immediately at his jovial greeting and thumped her own tail against the ground in a show of good will. She still felt horribly hollow, but the warmth the dark male eminated made her feel just a bit more secure; she felt less like flinging herself off a cliff, and more like drowning her sorrows in a tub of ice cream sort of sad. He sniffed at her some more before dropping down beside her to ooze into her personal space like an amorphous blob of shadow. Not that her space was very personal. In fact, she didn't even react when he did. Like this was just another day in the life.

A soft whine escaped her mouth unbidden at the warm ministrations of his tongue and she pressed her nose into whatever bit of him was within reach, seeking touch and returning the favor of his well-placed affections. Friendship! "You're a cool dude, Dag." she said with a smile, "I'm Moonbrook." she exhaled into his fur and it sounded like a snort. A pause, and then, with a nervous flick of her ear, "Were you following me?"