Cerulean Cape where the moon is made of gold

The tingling numbness in her forelegs notwithstanding, Coelacanth was deeply moved by Screech’s faith in her and found something deeply, instinctually satisfying about the way he nestled against her. His ragged breathing began to even out, and she was very careful not to move a muscle lest he wake and feel ashamed or afraid. Tufted ears twisted like blossoms in a spring breeze to tune in to Serein’s story — a new one, but too scary-sounding for the Groenendael’s taste. She returned her attention to the young wolf whose tears dampened her breast, continuing to purr like a contented kitten. Whatever he needed of her, she would do her best to provide!