Swiftcurrent Creek if you spent your whole life working

He was good and warm

The cold world had become warming fires in moments. She groomed along his own pitch black fur, softly working out any knots or matting. Mindful to not pull or hurt.

He still had questions, but she had garnered some patience as she was held.

Need...purpose. Need home.

She hummed deeply and reached to swipe a tongue over his chin.