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

He seemed to sink against her the way one might sink into powder-fine sand, and she relaxed against him, keeping him shielded in part from any breeze that might buffet his shoulder with her body. Her tan and creme fur mingled with the grey fur along his shoulder, though her petite form couldn't embrace his completely, as she was a fair bit smaller than him in size, and had a short, boxy frame which was not nearly the length it would need to be to completely shelter his side from the wind. 

It wasn't too cold anyway, though, and for someone as tired as he was, he was warm enough to her. He thanked her with a voice that was tired and rough, and she wondered if he'd had enough water to drink recently. There wasn't much she could do about that, aside from lead him to a water source, but he seemed content to stay where he was for the time being. She nuzzled his cheek gently, careful of the scratches that split the fur there. "Welcome," She murmured softly. "Hunger?" She peeped softly, and gazed up at him with her puppyish gaze, her tail wriggling softly against the sand at his side. She would happily find him something to eat if he needed it.