Lion Head Mesa And scratch the slate

She looked at him, a rueful smile blooming over her muzzle. You can try, she whispered, drifting upon the edge of slumber. She placed her head upon his shoulder, closing her eyes. I think you could make me happy. But I'll never forget.

His touch was so soft.

Had she ever been pampered like this?

Perhaps by Mou, in their more tender moments. Maybe someone long ago, a wolf who'd taken pity upon the neglected trio. Coelacanth, or Venninne. . .

This was different. This she could remember. And she fell asleep amid Sayf's ministrations, happy to believe, at least for the moment, that everything was going to be okay.

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