[That he goes right for her, bypassing formalities to hug her has her heart feeling like it might burst. Wolf, and god, people forget that she's a mother through and through, before anything else. If she had a shape similar to his, she might be laughing and weeping both, taken over by her gladness, appreciative of his own affection.
She holds him back, in her own way, weighting against him, her heavy head finds his shoulder, furry mass wiggling. And she responds with meaningless vocalizations, blissful whimpers, her tail swiping the floor. Of course, she hadn't meant to drop back to sleep, but now that she's awake, remembers it all, it feels like her own miracle to have people recognize her. No connection is too little.]
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She holds him back, in her own way, weighting against him, her heavy head finds his shoulder, furry mass wiggling. And she responds with meaningless vocalizations, blissful whimpers, her tail swiping the floor. Of course, she hadn't meant to drop back to sleep, but now that she's awake, remembers it all, it feels like her own miracle to have people recognize her. No connection is too little.]