[ She lets out a soft noise when he turns over to his back, offering her his stomach. She might not be much of an animal person but she knows what that means, the trust, the submission. Slowly, she shuffles closer, knees making grooves in the sand as she buries her fingers in his fur some more.
He's so dark, he could be an oil spill, and Claire is fascinated, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against his ribcage. She feels like maybe she shouldn't, but she leans in anyway, pressing her ear to it, the thumping loud and steady, the fur soft against her skin. ]
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He's so dark, he could be an oil spill, and Claire is fascinated, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against his ribcage. She feels like maybe she shouldn't, but she leans in anyway, pressing her ear to it, the thumping loud and steady, the fur soft against her skin. ]