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Her wriggling prompted a feminine giggle from him, but she crept closer to a man who was very willing to squeeze her tight, and smile even though his mind was distracted with thoughts of a possible war. In his arms, he held the war chief, and as she warmed in his embrace, he realized that it might not be so bad, being married to the one who might make decisions about such things. She might be the one who could spare them from war's tragedy, after all, especially if it threatened the ones she loved. 

Nope, he said, lifting his paw to trace lines from the peak of her forehead and back between her ears, creating little furrows in her fur. Distracted for a moment, he traced the lines again, whispering Brain massage into her ear. Another giggle, and then he cleared his throat. No, I think you'd be good at it. Are you concerned about having that job? He asked.