Sea Lion Shores wolf [m]other

She hummed a half response to him, focusing upon the feel of his body beside hers. She shivered all over when his nose touched against her ear, leaning against the touch in a gentle sway.

Her mind drifted from its turmoil of the past several days into the bliss of the now. Her tail wagged, briefly, as she swooned to the side to press her shoulder to Rhaegal’s own.

Perhaps come fall, we hunt one. Vairë spoke absently. They would need more members, of course, but it would be good to get that much meat and cure it for winter.

Especially with children. Her ears burned.