Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

He woke from his dreamless sleep still exhausted but not in a bad way. Kavik was completely oblivious to the inner turmoil currently going on inside the woman pressed up against him. The last few weeks were honestly kind of a blur--his own fog not lifting even when he left to find food for them. None of the repercussions of their time together had started to work their way into his brain yet, and so he assumed that this morning would start like all the others had. He reached over and ran his muzzle through the fur on the back of her neck. Good morning, he said quietly against Myrren's dark, soft coat. how are you feeling? There was no way she wasn't sore after all that, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't too uncomfortable.