Raven's Watch And a love, and a home

the touch of bridget's embrace was both expected and surprising. initially the girl grew quite still, but as the scent of the cardinal wreathed about them reassuringly, she lifted her own muzzle and returned the gesture as best she could. once more her face felt sunwarmed despite the cold of the season; she caught the eye of the former courtier, swallowed, looked away.
"it good to see you. i be here." a thump of her tail to promise bridget that she would be all right here. the watch-wolves had given her no reason to believe that they would not tend her as stjornuati said.
she hoped that the red-masque did not hear the pathetic flutter in her chest.