Broken Boulder And I will still be here stargazing.

Her positive outlook was inspiring. He admired her strength. 

She accepted his affection and responded by rubbing her head in his neck. He could have stayed like this, well, forever. How did she have this affect on him? That she was beautiful and strong was only part of it; there was something else there that he maybe wasn't able to understand just yet. 

When she pulled away, his face fell at the absence of her warmth. But, his disappointment was short-lived because she soon curled adorably in the flowers and after stating she would sleep here tonight, silently invited him to join her.

So he lied down behind her, wrapping himself protectively around her and resting his head on her shoulders. Her scent filled his nostrils as he breathed, and it was comforting. Her small size meant he fit perfectly around her. Such a small, pretty wolf. His small, pretty wolf he thought as he drifted to sleep.