Lost little lamb

He could hear the growing sleepiness in her voice and he smiled. He bent his head down and licked her ear. Listening to the dizzy rumble in her tone, and felt a great deal of satisfaction. Their mixed scent permeated the air around him as he rested his head against her little body. 


“Sleep, little love.” He commanded her gently, knowing she was too tired not to comply. “We can work out the details at a later point.” He closed his own eyes, feeling the pull of sleep against him. Her scent was strong, and present. She was here and safe, and for the moment that was all he needed. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would start her training.