Seaside Moors any groove to make you move,

a new sensation stirred along his flank; the comforting touch of his maman. valravn instinctively turned to it, nosing his blunt muzzle towards her own in a feeble gesture of vulnerability.

while her words meant very little, the intention of them was clear and soothing. like a river, almost -- soft as it carried him away, back to a realm of sleep free of those wicked, silver eyes.