Every comfort

The Armada pack lands were beautiful. The long grass tickled at her legs, and the sand of the beach had been warm beneath her toes. Briar had been a wonderful conversationalist, gentle with the girl. Briar and Art both were gentle and wonderful. She had a full belly and a fur that was commanded to use.

For tonight, Briar had decided that they would sleep in her room and look into expanding it the next day. At dinner she had seen a winged wolf which everyone around her acted as though it was the most normal thing. Now, feeling tired and content, she settled her bedding next to Briars as the other wolf got ready for bed. “Can I interest you in a massage, My Lady?”