Cerulean Cape The Wind And The Sky!

Tine found herself enjoying this-- but not in the way most might. She drew a sense of power from the contact, from how comfortable the male already was with her presence. And then she knew she wanted to keep him. Not from usefulness, not from attractiveness, or any other trait she would have normally selected a target for.
This was sentimentality, in her own twisted way. Engel would be her first victim in these Teekon Wilds-- she intended to guard this prize possessively. Small and old and simple-minded as he may be, there was something charming about the way he fell so easily into her trap. He would not have the relief of escaping her clutches without a fight.
She made a soft noise of affection, a gentle rumble in her chest in response to him laying his head on her.
I'm not sleepy, but I like this. The shadow mumbled sweetly, tacking on: I like you.