Swiftcurrent Creek It's our hearts that make the beat

He was relieved to hear her quiet down in response to his affection, glad that he could soothe her discomfort. He remained still as she crawled closer to him; she seemed set on whatever her mission was, and he didn't want to deter her. She reached the thick fur of his chest, a favorite spot for some of her siblings as well, and nestled deep against him. A low, soft chuckle rumbled in his chest when she let out a tiny noise that sounded as though she seemed very content to stay buried in his fur. I see you like it there too, he said gently, lowering his head to nuzzle her some more. If she felt comfortable there and found it to be her ideal napping spot, then he was more than happy to oblige.