Firefly Glen Come as you are

toblerone enjoyed the softness of family, of blanket nest, of squirming siblings. sleep would come easy, and heavy. tightened brows came loose. a pleased expression melted across the face.

but, there was a smell, as pleasant as everything littlest toblerone knew. and since the brain barked at it, yanking into the stream of thought memories both happy and anxious, toblerone quickly knew that it could not be toblerone because toblerone did not know rodyn and this was rodyn rodyn rodynrodyn-

one eye cracked open.

"...rodyn?" voice was weak. it was surprising, but dulled by blury sight of very good face up above. toblerone t.k. hadn't ever seen rodyn from so very close. rodyn had eyes that were pretty and soft. those were very good eyes. 

but they were wet with tearwater. dog's tongue poked out in half-try to lick it away like dewdrops off of a grassblade.

"it's... okay... rodyn." speech was drowsy and slow. words were plucked from mind like carried by river, instead of blasted by hose. "don't... cry. we'll... hunt. t.k, just... needs...

to..."

like thick curtains being drawn, eyes closed. 

a smile on greyhound's muzzle.