You own me like whispers in poetry

When he felt movement on his chest he didn’t immediately respond. He knew Ignita had awoken, and he was content to pay attention to her through scent and feel for now. Until he felt her sudden spring forward. His eyes flew open, and he rolled to his paws with a growl. Trouble? No, just Ignita moving out of the den. He realised why as he followed her to the door and saw her grab her book, one she had been paying attention to before he had swept her off her paws. He had no regrets.

He trotted to the patio beside her, and nipped her ear gently. “Defences today, Ignita” He warned her, though there was still so much satisfaction in his voice. Peace from the night before.