samain nights

The corners of her lips moved into a smile though in reality she did not have that much control of her facial features yet. the rumblings started and this time they did not tease her they kept going. Almost asleep again warm and oh so content when a warm yet wet thing moved over her. This had happened may times in her short life and though she accepted it she wasn't completely fond of it, she shifted and moved to shove her paw against the warm wet surface when it touched her again, she didn't want a bath she wanted the rumbling when it touched her the rumbling had stopped.

Finally once more the rumbling began and she cooed her pleasure. If only she could understand the meaning of the rumblings she'd be even more delighted to hear it. She loved this voice it made her feel loved and protected, enveloped her senses and made her bond with her father stronger.

Close to sleep; with or without his continued rumblings she'd sleep, dreaming of the rumbler hearing the voice and dreaming of making sense of it all.