the wolf's front pawns settle on the couch and heavy her whole body on it. big, chocolate hues move to look at stiles, a soft whine to win his attention. she brings her huge nose to his cheek, and affectionately buries her furry, black head in his shoulder. she can feel the warmth of his skin; hear his beating heart. she stays like that for a moment until her head falls into his lap, eyes slowly shutting in order to take a nap.
onceĀ theĀ weightĀ isĀ feltĀ inĀ hisĀ lapĀ heĀ bringsĀ aĀ handĀ upĀ toĀ gentlyĀ scratchĀ behindĀ her earsĀ ,Ā Ā slowlyĀ pettingĀ too.Ā Ā heĀ smilesĀ beforeĀ heĀ liftsĀ hisĀ bookĀ andĀ continuesĀ readingĀ ;Ā Ā heĀ couldĀ getĀ usedĀ toĀ this.Ā Ā















