Neverwinter Forest hurting. longing. dancing to disco music.

Relief coursed through her like the dam of a frozen river thawing in spring. The cloudberry was unable to suppress the way her tail beat ferociously against the floor of the ulaq, ears lowering as she scooted closer -- tenderly readjusting Fjall against her as she settled in, soothing him when he protested. 

The mother dove rested her head atop one of Makan's forelegs, closing her eyes at the ministrations the shadow offered. Soon enough, her nestling slept against her. With the warmth of the babe and the raven so close, and Makan gently toying with he fur, contentment warmed the hollow ache that had built in her chest until the she-wolf began to doze.