As Halo settled in near him, he moved the closest wing. Wrapping it gently around her. His hold was light, of course, and if she seemed uncomfortable, he would shake it loose. It was nice, her den was homely. He found he liked the clutter, the knowledge that this place was lived in. full of warmth and growing things.
As she filled her cup and offered him some more, he leaned forward to pass his own cup to her. Surprised how light it felt. He had drunk well speaking and listening, and hadn’t realised how often he had brought the cup to his muzzle. Perhaps the warmth he felt was inside him now, more than the space of the den. He was getting a little light headed. He hadn’t eaten much today, and the alcohol was going straight to his head. He found he didn’t mind.
He found himself grinning at Halo as she spoke of what she loved - of helping make anothers day a little better. “I think we are much the same there” He said. Perhaps that was what they had built their friendship on in the first place. “Puppies… I wouldn’t mind some someday, but I’m not sure that’s on the cards” He admitted wistfully. “You love beautiful things, Halo”
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