silver is the grip on the helping hand

He frowned at Bylgja, but approached at her command. When he stopped before her however, she immediately began to manhandle him. He flinched as her paws first landed on his jaws, before steeling himself. Looking for all the world like someone enduring something painful, despite the light touch of her paws. Despite the moment they had shared earlier with the kind of hugging, it was clear he wasn't comfortable with touch. But he didn't complain or fight her. Still discovering the bounds of their new relationship. Because of Delphi, he could understand the desire to ensure someone was unharmed. 


When she was done, he leaned back. Putting a little space between them. "I'm unharmed" he told her, he bounced back easily from things like a deer dropping on him.