Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

She didn't push it any further.  There were times when she'd poke at wounds and times when she'd leave them be, and this wound was a raw and real one.  Besides, what he was doing felt really nice.  She felt herself growing heavier as she sleepily relaxed against him.  It wasn't naptime, so she shifted a little more upright, but let her muzzle rest against his while he pressed his head to her jaw.  

They remained like that long enough that she was threatening sleep, but she snapped to alertness when he pulled away and the cold air hit the spaces where he'd been.  Mostly, she responded, amusedly curious.  She listened for what he was doing, but did hold still.