Hideaway Strath I promise I won't break it

Eventually even Arlette drifted off to sleep. The female was snuggled against the male, her weight pressing against the wounds so it had nice pressure to stop the bleeding. The warmth in the den made her sleepy and very comfortable. She never wanted to leave this little bubble and go out in the snow, that she knew. She wished she could have more moments like this with Derg. Hopefully they would, since he did tell her that he liked her, even though he was kind of high on poppy seeds.

Arlette was slowly walking up, wanting to stretch out since she had her limbs folded for awhile, though there was little room. She slowly lifted her head and offered Derg little licks on his face. She looked at the fluff she applied to his wounds. They were pretty soaked but a good hard crust. Hopefully it would stay on, and form a good protection for the male.