the fever for this fame

She was snuggled up against the dark amber wolf, hiding in their little shade tucked beneath the tree. Bliss, after a terribly cold and lonely walk to get here. Her paws were a little busy, tucked under him to thaw, and get the blood running through them right proper again. So she couldn’t offer him one of her famous massages, but there were other things she could do. She opened her maw, and started softly grooming his bag, digging her teeth through his coat, and cleaning out any burrs.

The name he gave her was a mouthful and a half, but she just looked up at him and smiled. “Gorgeous.” she complimented him, “But do you mind love if I shorten that right down? Meph, perhaps?” she suggested, lowering her head as she spoke again, to brush her tongue against his coat.

She laughed softly at his bluster, but in a soft, enjoying-it sort of way. “Definitely the sights.” she promised him, twitching a paw under his belly to indicate the man himself. “Exploration, and bad directional skills I think. Brrr! I’m glad I found you.”

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