Make me forget

As he suspected Motif would give him no fight as they ventured into the den together. She'd easily fit into his grasp, curling perfectly at his side as her features came to rest on his large pillow like paws. She'd close her eyes as he gently went over her fur with his tongue, helping rid the excess water from her form. He wasn't sure that she hadn't gotten a sickness already with her shivering cold body. Her humming would sooth him as well, knowing that she was already so far from the she wolf that lay broken at his den. He knew how much Rhythm meant to her, and he couldn't imagine how much this was tearing her apart.

He wouldn't say a word though, his focus on making sure she dried and assuring her peaceful rest. He'd pick up the quiet melody she was humming, he'd fins himself placing tender kisses on her skin as his salmon tongue roved her figured.