Dragoncrest Cliffs If you could read my mind, love

Seeing the game of tug-o-war between her brothers worried her. The sounds they made weren’t hostile, but they were competitive. 

Requiem looked as though he’d fallen asleep, wedged peacefully between herself and their mother, so her gaze then turned to the beige wolf who came closer. She too smelled of milk, and seemed peaceful and kind. 

After glancing up to her mother for reassurance and receiving a gentle nudge, she began to crawl toward Meerkat, looking up at her once with large, blinking eyes, before she crawled between Meerkat’s forelegs and flopped to the ground there, content to take up this prime cuddling spot while the boys were prepoccupied.