Golden Glade The harsh frozen world

he stirred more as she laid there, and she grew less and less frantic. she still cooed softly and licked his fur the wrong way, but he became warmer and his little white tail tapped against her. relief replaced her fear, her own nose moving to touch his cold one. "there we go, goose," she murmured softly, letting out a soft breath as she moved her nose from his. he would be ok, but she feared still for him in the weather.

he buried his nose under her arm, and she sighed lightly and curled herself tighter around him, placing her head beside him. he'll be okay, she told herself over and over, he'll be ok.