The Verdict
Something cold touched his ear, snuffled, nipped, pushed. Grumbling, Taranis swatted away whatever it was and pressed his face further into the soft, warm bedding. “Hmmm…slightly burnt caramel and summer grass.” But the good smelling pillow moved away and a warm tongue ?licked? all over his face.
'Good morning, Taranis.'
"Fear! How…Ugh." Taranis rubbed vigorously at his face and ear with the corner of his blanket, eying the large black wolf sitting in his bed, obviously extremely