Dalmatia had always been there for him, getting him through the horrible dreams and slowly bringing him back to the world of light. Without her, he would have been a lost cause. Nóttin fully believed this without a shadow of a doubt. So when she leaned into him, gently grooming his fur, the tender hearted man awoke with such a softness to his eyes.
But he remained there, laying on his side as she continued her preening.
Always nice to wake up to you. I could get used to this, having you here with me forever.His voice was warm and caring, thick with the accent of his birth pack.
Good morning, my moon song.



