Qeya River Love me do

The boy woke to the soft sound of Lennon singing; it was a welcome awakening, and he smiled sleepily even before he opened his eyes. When he did peer up at his love, his eyes were brilliant gold against the darkness; one of the rarer colors his irises adopted. He licked Lennon's muzzle affectionately and rose, sliding his body first against one side of the larger wolf and then sweeping around him to press against the other side.
Lennon. Ali murmured, voice soft but slightly husky with sleep. He pressed his head against the other's flank, content to lean against him for a moment.