Fairspell Meadow no wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders;;

When Alarian stopped shaking, he instantly felt more relieved. He made a mental note not to bring up fathers or raccoons anytime soon, in fear of his companion having another overwhelming panic attack. Finally hearing him speak allowed Lennon to completely relax and, for the most part, have a fretless mind. The lick warmed his cheek, along with his chest and a tingle shot down his spine. 

He returned the favor by licking the side of his muzzle before burying his face in the fur of his friend. Finding a sense of comfort himself, he wasn't sure from what but it was, in a sense, intoxicating. "Anytime, kid."  He murmured under his breath, his eyes closed and still continued to faintly sway methodically.