hidden in the grass

He was stiff and sleepy, so he was glad when Siren slid gently off him. She curved against his neck, her tiny frame fitting well there. He brought a wing around to gently envelope her. Offering protection, warmth, and comfort with the touch. He did not want her to be afraid. He wished he knew the right words to comfort her, to prove to her that this was a good thing.

Instead, he found himself drifting off to sleep, almost against his will. Exhausted himself after the mental struggles of dealing with her pain. With one last, deep sigh, the young winged wolf was gone. Drifting off to sleep with the gentle warmth of Siren against the crook of his neck, and fading dreams of building into his den everything she might ever want for.