Swiftcurrent Creek It's our hearts that make the beat

For once, Mori was quite content to settle down under her parent's attention, her usual whining petering off into the occasional grunt as she felt the affectionate nuzzle and squirmed under her impromptu bath. She did her best to squirm closer to her dad, nudging forward with her nose until she found a place that practically buried her in his scent. She let out a contented noise usually reserved for a full tummy and tried to squirm even closer. With any luck, she could completely bury herself in dad's fur, and she'd have the best, most perfect napping spot ever.