Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

He had eaten his fill as well, and had been careful to pick apart meat, not fur. A present twofold; a meal, and pelts that he thought would look nice in her den or around her shoulders. 

She lay down, then. Fallen Sun was a follower when it came to social interactions, it came from the situation he was in. 

Naturally, he thought nothing of laying down himself, though he made sure to not do so where he would touch her. It didn't stop him from resting head on his paws and angling his muzzle to watch the pale wolf. 

A tiny sigh.