Swiftcurrent Creek And touched the sound of silence

Reverie hesitated for a moment, then tentatively settled near Arric, near enough that their fur mingled. She started to groom his fur gently, starting with his ruff just behind his ears. It was nice to have someone to fuss over other than Blossom, actually. If he seemed uncomfortable she would stop, but she hoped that he would let her offer this small comfort.
Blossom herself might have been relieved to have a break from it. She never showed any sign of discomfort, but Reverie sometimes wondered if it was overwhelming, being an only child to a mother who had no other reason for her existence and no real interest in finding one. It occurred to her that it might be wise to find something else to at least hold her attention before Blossom got older, before she had enough awareness to feel smothered.