““Comforted by the mountain of warm fur beneath her cheek, Sorcha stretched over the blankets. Then realized the warm pile of animal skins was moving. Breathing. Sorcha raised her head at the same time the wolf did, his muzzle leveled toward her face. Even with his humanity cloaked by the form of an animal, she saw his brows shoot up in his furry face. She jerked upright into a sitting position. “I am... so sorry,” she babbled. “I had no idea, and I would never use you like a pillow like that. Please accept my apologies.””
