Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

If he had the energy to, perhaps he would have cried. He did not know that he had needed this. A soft presence, someone's care. But all he could do was stay silent and bask in her care as she smoothed over his fur. The silence welcomed him too. Of course, it was only silent between the two former seawolves. There was still the waves ebbing and flowing. The birds giving protest to something he could not bother with.

Had he been able to pick one thing to remember forever, it would be this feeling. What she had done for him in their short time already spent together was something he was unsure if he could ever repay. Still he found the strength to speak to her once more. Whispered but hoarse came out his words. Thank you.