Moonspear forty winks

The dark yearling looked down at her tired expression and smiled softly. There would be other time for talking about how stars earned their names. And as the blonde youth wrapped her limbs around his frame, Atlas could not help but to feel at peace.
 
The inkjet hunter allowed for Meerkat to sleep while he traced the heavens with his gaze, counting as many stars as he could manage before his own eyelids began to fill heavy. He felt warm there with her on the mountainside. So when sleep carried the dark young beast away to a world of dreams, he went happily and without many cares at all.