Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arric didn't know how she felt, but he hoped he could give her a safe space to be herself. She had seemed to hide herself away before for fear of a fight. And he would do his best not to do that to her. He felt that he could be rational most  of the time, if she felt upset about something.

She buried into his head and he chuckled. Taking her nip and her lick and returning it. To then drop his head to his paws. A soft yawn. 

G'night. Lovebug.