Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

She didn't expect Moss to curl around her, to pull her into the warmth Reverie so desperately wanted. Her reaction was immediate and undeniable; a deep shiver ran through her body and she pressed in closer, lips parting with a small gasp that marked a halt to her tears. She tried to hide it. She really did.
But all she could focus on now was the warmth spreading through her, intensifying with every moment of contact. Moss, Reverie murmured helplessly, hardly registering her apology. She leaned back, searching, wanting to press her muzzle into the fur at Moss's neck. Suddenly she didn't care if it was too bold.