Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

There were few ways he could express his contentedness. 

So he tapped her muzzle with his own, warm breath blowing back into his face with the exhale.

Fallen Sun did not move it right away. Another sighed wuff, a movement of his paw to be closer to her. 

But still he would not lay beside her, even if he wanted to. That was for her to decide. He'd never considered himself good at this stuff but ma always taught him to let the woman decide what she wanted when it came to closeness. And it was definitely working thus far.