Until There Is No Anything

As Roan stirred, Iolaire stilled so she didn't wake him. The man released a contented sigh and readjusted to curl his big body around her small frame. It was... incredibly pleasant and the minuscule wolf couldn't stop a low, sultry giggle from sounding. In turn, she curled her own body just as brazenly against his. It was nice. She felt as though she fit against him perfectly. Such a strange thing.

Iolaire stayed awake for a time, simply listening to her companion breathe. The steady rise and fall of his giant ribcage rocked her to sleep as though she was a child. Io slept deeply and dreamlessly. In the morning, she was sure to feel incredibly rested.

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Sunlight peeked through a crack in the skin covering the door and Io cracked one eye in return. Oh, something would need to be done about that. Such a rude awakening. But... Lifting her head, Iolaire looked to the giant still curled around her. His fur was a bit mussed so, without thinking, she reached out and began to lick the fur atop his head back into place. She didn't want to stop there, so she didn't. Since she'd already started, the small wolf began to groom the larger, ridding his silver and obsidian fur of knots and snarls with gentle pulls of her teeth.