His answer brought an up-welling of relief that surprised her. As a healer she was used to dealing with all kinds of injuries, but the idea of him being hurt even a little bit made her heart race against her ribs. The sudden warm press as he leaned into her put strange butterflies in her tummy and sent her pulse flying even higher that it had a moment ago, heat raising into her cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from something else entirely that she had no words for.
She could feel the warm press of his breath through her fur before the firm, warm graze of his tongue grazed her plush pelt, the heat slowly spreading from where he leaned against her throughout her body, sinking down into her limbs and up to the tips of her ears. Letting her eyes close she tipped her head, resting her own cheek against the thick dark fur of his mane, a tiny little sigh of pleasure and trust slipping free to whisper through the quiet of their little shelter. The gentle sound nearly lost under the muted roar of the downpour outside, giving their little den a surprisingly cosy feel, as if they were on another world, far different from the every-day one they usually inhabited.
The strength of his grip didn't make her worried or nervous of his immense size or strength, instead it made her feel safe, cared for.. loved...
