Ankyra Sound And isn't it easy

It was an unexpected, but not unwelcomed, touch to him. Hesitantly he leaned into it a moment too late to truly enjoy it. The sensation of her along his jaw a phantom feeling now. One he felt inclined to hold onto tightly so that he might forever know how her kindness felt.

While she began her work on the claw, he simply watched. Her teeth made the best work of the shelled beast and so he figured he ought to give her more to work with. So much shell wrapped around the claw for such little reward.

Slowly he would break what he could of the rest of the crab that had been settled between his paws. Then, piece by piece, worked to lay some more parts of it before her.

A slow continuous offering to her kindness, as if she was a god with an altar at her paws.