Tusk

The stone floor was cold but there was warmth at her back and the weight of a paw thrown over her shoulder. She wasn't quite ready to wake up and face the day yet, but her limbs began to stretch and she relished the ache that came from the movement in all the best ways. Her eyes were still closed, but there was a little grin pulling at the corner of her mouth. So that had actually happened huh? About time.

She pushed back against the body behind her, wriggling her shoulders into Dread's chest and hooking her paw over the limb draped so possessively across her shoulder, pulling it closer to nibble at the inside of his wrist, allowing her teeth to glide through the fur and against the skin, grooming what she could reach. Her eyes were still shut. Reality could wait.