Stavanger Bay losing feeling's getting old

i am cool to fade here or w your next post! <3

she could have asked anyone; dalia could have found ford, or saucy. but she had chosen him, and as she untangled the fur at his throat with a sleepy aptness, velen felt the joy of her choice clench his throat with some unidentifiable emotion. the creature was not willing to explore it, however, not now; he only wanted her nearness and to act for her dreams as a shield between the creeping shadows that had woken dalia, and her slumber.
velen licked the tip of one dove-grey ear before lowering his muzzle to press alongside hers, blinking with the weight of his own sudden tiredness. there was sleep to be had, he believed, but only when she had found her own respite. 
"you're exhausted," velen whispered softly. "i'll be here when you wake up." lowering his muzzle to his paws, the boy shifted his large frame, wanting nothing more than to soothe her in this moment, help her find the dreams that had evaded her.