Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

He was dozing lightly after Arlette had left the den.
She'd woken him up to tell him she was going to get some stuff...he was already half asleep again by the time she'd stopped fussing and left.
He loved it really. Savoured those sweet moments with her. 

Paws crunching through the snow woke him up. His head was still throbbing - from the wounds and the poppies.
Her voice was soft as her form blotted out the murky light. He gave her a lazy grin and stood himself up the best he could with the low roof.
He only just realised how much this den smelt like her. Soft herbs and flowers, matched with that faint evergreen touch.

He blinked in the bright light which reflected off the snow. He yawned, looking to Arlette. She had new herbs to test on him.
"Am I to be your test subject?" He teased with a grin, waiting for her instruction.
He still squinted against the light. But he wouldn't complain about something so minor.