Moonspear nightcrawler

Rian, on the other hand, was not at all used to having his personal space so easily invaded. He often slept alone at their den site, unless Eimear or Szabala felt a need for security. He tensed, briefly, when her chin brushed across the wirey guardhairs sticking up between his shoulders and his heart, once more, began to pound loudly in his ears. But he didn't dare move, not with her so close—the crisp, fresh, almost fragrant smell of her scent overpowered his nostrils and calmed his agitated nerves. Rian quietly relaxed again once she found a proper spot, and rumbled a noise deep in his throat that bordered on contentment in response to her previous comment.

He'd forgotten all about the terrifying shadow wraith that was her mother, Amekaze, and her father whom he hadn't yet met but was surely lurking somewhere upon the mountain now that he was lost in the moment. Instinct bade him stay, protect, and nurture whatever feeling was forming in his heart. But the weariness soon caught back up with him, and he allowed his eyes to flutter closed as his first night of peaceful sleep in many months claimed him.