Sanshoku leaned forward to press her muzzle against his, smiling warmly. Her scent mingled with his, becoming something more. Something solid. The koi wolf glowed, though it was hard to tell if it was from her emotions or the inner light that she always carried. “You will never have to be afraid of me, my little bird,” she rumbled into his ear, her voice low and warm as honey. Her head ducked, and she slid her head under his throat until his chin rested on her neck, bringing her head back up to touch his opposite ear with her warm nose. Her scent wrapped around her Rambaldi, claiming him as hers. None would dare to hurt him again. Doing so would bring her fury down on them like a plague.