Morningside Cuesta you have a good heart

Grayday hadn't allowed himself to fall asleep around the pups since he'd accidentally kicked Lavender, but he did sometimes fall into a light snooze when left alone with them for long periods of time. The constant twitching of his nose and ears belied his watchfulness, but the steady rise and fall of his chest spoke of a certain sense of peace and comfort.

The male cracked an eye open as he sensed dissent among the troops. He quickly zeroed in on his painted girl, wriggling on the floor as if something was bothering her.

"What's wrong?" he crooned to her, lifting her delicately off the ground and glancing around for a place to put her. After a moment of thought, he rolled onto his back and deposited her onto his chest, where she quickly slid down into the hollow of his throat. He'd meant to be able to look at her, but he supposed he was seeing just as much in this position as he would've in any other. "That better, sweetheart?" he asked, still not quite sure if they were able to hear him just yet.