And he is beautiful.
Not only is he beautiful, but he is also so dang soft and warm.
How do I know that? Because he is literally nudging his head to my sides.
I can't help the gentle smile on my face at the contact. He is a cutie. I didn't know the wolf form was different from the human form—personality-wise. Not that I'm complaining. I like this version better.
I stroke his head, and he lets out a soft mewl, closing his eyes. My heart melts seeing the absolute peace descending on his face. "Thank you—"
I pause once I notice I don't know his name. I'm sure he has a different name; he has to. He opens his eyes after I go quiet and rubs his head against my palm, probably encouraging me to speak.
"Do you have your own name? Or should I call you Wolf Cyrus?" He gives me puppy eyes as if I upset him by saying the last word. He shakes his head softly before licking my palm.
