when the moon fell in love with the sun

Io purred as Belle bestowed pets and caresses upon her. The small woman's eyes closed. She was feeling extremely comfortable and was confident that sleep would find her if she allowed it to do so. That didn't seem to be in the cards, however. Belle had the idea to go on patrol. What kind of partner would Iolaire be if she let her go alone? "Alright then. Lead the way."

Shrugging out of the furs, Iolaire gave her tri-colored pelt a shake as she prepared herself for whatever walk they were about to take. Though she was tired, she'd do this thing for Belle. She'd gone without sleep before, after all. What was one more night? She wondered if the woman simply didn't think that she could sleep. Did she usually patrol at night? Not very safe. The fur on the back of Io's neck tingled slightly, but she brushed the feeling away.