Stone Circle baby, I'm dying for another taste

Sleep trickled into her slowly, her gaze falling closed and her breaths beginning to slow, frantic tail wag slowing to a sporadic twitch. Murdock's compliment had a joyful grin slip over her muzzle, her tail pick up a moment. He hadn't called her a good dog; rather, she was a good wolf,  and that meant so much more. She knew she was a good dog, but a good wolf was something she'd aspired to be. Sleepy grin etched firmly on her face, she wiggled once like a gleeful slug before falling suddenly into sleep; the type of heavy rest that would not be broken for hours to come.