Heron Lake Plateau And settled for the robot boy

@Colt

The Eastern horizon had only just begun to take on the rosy-golden hue of morning when Niamh rolled over against Colt’s warm side and opened her eyes. Given the temperature they’d reached in the past few days, morning made for the best patrol time so that she could avoid wandering around in the midday heat- but pressed up against Colt’s side as he continued to sleep curled up alongside her, she couldn’t make herself leave. She glanced at him as his sides slowly rose and fell, and smiled. Occasionally, when she woke in the middle of the night, she would catch him snoring- but right now he seemed calm and quiet, peaceful.

But not for long. She huffed an uneasy sigh and burrowed her muzzle into the fur of his side, lifting one of his forelegs and wriggling forward until she had it draped over her shoulder. Niamh was the sort to hog the bed and insist on being the little spoon- and even on hot, muggy nights she would sprawl, taking up as much space as possible, which was easy for a wolf with such long legs. 

She uttered a guttural sound into the fur of his chest, and rolled herself against him until she was laying as close as she could possibly get, on her back with her forelegs cutled against her chest, holding his foreleg there. She huffed, though, and wiggled a tiny bit again. Having his presence wasn’t enough- she wanted his attention too.