Lay You Down, Golden Boy

*Naiche* · 02-10-2021, 12:04 PM

Naiche had known fully what to expect this time and for the most part didn’t seem to react. There was an unintended shoulder twitch for a moment with her paw near where she’d dug her claws in but so long as she wasn’t directly on top of them it was fine. Besides, as he relaxed he had to admit resting a bit wasn’t a bad idea. Naiche kept his own head outstretched, paws on either side of his head. Most of his body stayed stretched out in fact, no need to curl up really. Between the furs and Asla pressed against him he would warm up fast enough. Closing his eyes he didn’t bother to respond to her words, there was no real need to. Soon enough the energized wolf who had seemed ready to go another round was in a deep sleep.

Time passed and eventually Naiche woke up slowly. He was warm and comfortable was his first half-wake thoughts. His tail swept the ground twice before his eyes opened and he recalled just where he was that Naiche had found himself so comfortable. This wasn’t his den but Asla’s, and she was there curled up against him. Asla appeared to still be sleeping comfortably. Letting out a slow and deep sigh Naiche peered towards the exit and realizing it was already morning.

Naiche had a meeting with Sirius today and it wouldn’t look good to be late. Should he wake Asla up? She was right there and for a passing moment he almost licked her forehead to wake her in a gentle manner but then Naiche scratched that notion off the list when he thought of it. A gentle nudge? No, Naiche could do better. Carefully extricating himself from where she lay he took a step forward, then another lining up just right so that he could instead whack her nose lightly with his tail. Good morning this way was less awkward and more amusing.

“Hey, Reaper. It’s morning.” The title was used in a casual manner, more of a reminder what she had won yesterday.

Stretching out he suddenly regretting it, that hadn’t been the only thing either one of them had got yesterday. Damned claws of hers and the bit of cold air coming in warned him the moment he stepped outside the muzzle injury was going to hurt like hell. Oh well, totally worth it. Looking at Asla’s face he smirked at her own muzzle’s injury. Both of them had to aim for that didn’t they? Matching scars.

"Speech"

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