There was a small snuffling noise against his skin, a quivering sort of twitch touching his chest, and Paddy woke up knowing in some indistinct way, that his mate had shifted while he slept. He found the lynx, surprisingly big in his human arms, looking at him with wide glacier eyes.
“Marnin’ pretty boy.” Paddy stroked the soft furred head sleepily, “What d’ye want then?”
The lynx purred under his hand, and then the long tipped ears flicked back towards the door. Paddy blinked again, and reali