Otter Creek Baker?

Laying beside the creek the sound of moving water became constant and the irregular yet recurring calls of birds also melded into the background. It was a soothing noise that he let himself drift off to. Not deep enough to sleep but enough for him to feel calm and relax his body. The perfect recipe to daydream and let him mind wonder which was filled with so many emotions and thoughts. He was nervous. Or was it excitement. He wasn't completely sure. He wasn't even sure if she could arrive, but he felt antsy waiting even though his body rested calmly. Eventually, those racing thoughts began to fade as his bodies state won over and took his conscious to the subconscious for a short nap. Likely resulting in low-fat cat purr like faint snores.

Her soft footing wasn't enough to alert him. Or perhaps subconsciously he knew her presence wasn't a danger. She rested alongside him resulting in only light rustling on his part. The few days trip had been more on him then he had thought. What woke him from his daze was her scent. A familiar smell that made him smile in his sleep, before slowly opening his eyes to a most beauteous sight beside him. So close the only view of her he had was of her head and shoulders. Still a bit dozy and feeling no need for urgency due to the lack of danger he lifted his head off his paws and reached it over to her own muzzle. Lightly tapping it with his nose and resting it there. "There you are" he sleepily grumbled kindly.