Whitebark Stream So take this feeling, make it grow.

Her laughter was a delight to hear, and so he joined in. His grin was bright and his tail wagged jovially; regardless of the humour he'd come to feel after that particular encounter, Artyom genuinely hoped Bhediya was okay. He hadn't really appreciated the bluntness with which the raven wolf-dog regarded him nor the vile gesture to follow, but he was content to move on from it with no hard feelings.

Dawn booped her snout to the rrange's ivory muzzle and he was eager to accept her touch by shifting just enough to swipe his tongue across her nose in a playful kiss. She gathered to her paws and made a suggestion he couldn't refuse, so answered her with a gentle "of course." Nodding, he watched her carefully collect the little white flowers he brought her then made to herd her underground, ducking his head to join her.

When she came to settle, Artyom crooned affectionately as he curled himself supportively about her. He tucked his muzzle to her cheek and nibbled at the fur there, content to relax with her for as long as she'd allow.