*Ainslee*
I crawl on the bed next to Rafe and he falls asleep stroking my fur. It seems to comfort him. I like snuggling him as a wolf. It feels right.
Of course, having my wolf on the surface makes it a little difficult for the medical staff to do their jobs. Every time someone approaches that I don’t recognize, and even some I do, I lift my head and growl.
“Could you knock that off?” Jerim grumbles after a while.
At this, I bare my teeth.
“All right, perhaps not,” Jerim says, holding up his hands in surrender. I’ve never heard him be disagreeable before, but he’s been under a lot of pressure–as we all have been.
Mollified, I cuddle back into Rafe, laying my muzzle on his healed shoulder. Now that the silver chains are gone, and he’s getting blood regularly, he’s healing quite fast.
