Shadowwyn Moor trinaest

Even a wolf with 'Ice' in their name would have to melt, when given a brain massage. She seemed relieved, and he wondered why she might have been apprehensive about his reaction. Being the type who couldn't dwell for long on any given thought, he didn't think too hard about it- and when she told him how eager she was to take the position, he immediately picked up on her mood, and gave her a squeeze. 

Then that makes two of us, he reassured her. You're good at being in charge, He added, setting his chin at her forehead then, and straightening the fur that his claws had mussed up. You can boss me around any day, He intoned warmly.