Altar of Twilight Hey Dark Eyes

In a moment of weakness, the young wolf waited for her to lay down, and curled beside her as a scared pup would do in the safety of his mother's den. 

I hope you... do not mind... I- it has been a long time since I have been in the presence of one old enough to be my Ma, he whined, pressing his nose under his tail to hide his face, one paw draping over his muzzle. 

Her warmth was comforting, cutting deep into the young pup he'd barely outgrown. 

No, stop thinking about the life he left behind. That was a plan, albeit one he couldn't help but break. All of his plans had fallen apart as of late.

You are... very kind, he said after a yawn. Far kinder than I deserve.