Pippa slept well, snuggled close. Her fingers kept curled in his fur. It was a rare moment of weakness where she allowed herself a bit of weakness. A bit of comfort. The wolf was strong, protective, and she could sleep in peace.

She woke slowly, rolling away from him and blinking away her drowsiness. She stretched and yawned and then sat up.

"Oh, my god, I have such a head," she lamented.