The plains. How I missed the plains. Where it was just me, Chulainn, and Noemi. Setting up camp by the side of the road. Chulainn had gone to sleep early, leaving us alone.
Noemi sat between my legs, wolf head leant back to the stars, watching them twinkle. The gentle pops and crackles of the fire were a comforting fill for the silence, even as my eyes dropped from the heavens to her head.
Without thought, I had reached out and began scratching at her scalp, fingers raking through fur gently, picking away at dander and seed. She'd stiffened slightly at first, not expecting the touch, but relaxed into it quickly, letting out a contented huff.
"Nobody.." She began, and then trailed off.
"Hm?" I asked, looking from the fire to her.
" . . Thank you, for treating me well." She eventually said, leaning back a little more, so her yellow eyes gazed into mine.
I nodded, suddenly finding words difficult, as we simply sat, enjoying the company.
( @thefiresontheheight tagging because. Its yours. For you )