Something was tickling his cheek, like the tips of brush bristles caressing his cheek.
A huff blew in his face, and Moulin was more awake than he was a minute before. Slowly, he opened his eyes and waited until his vision adjusted. The drowsiness which kept him asleep gradually diminished. He turned his gaze away from the ceiling and looked at the thing that awoke him.
Golden eyes, burning brighter than the sun, met his silver gaze. A long, slender black snout bumped his cheek gently. A midnight black wolf was panting before his face, huffing excitedly. Its front paws, marked with flaming gold, rested at the edge of the bed as the creature leaned forward and sniffed Moulin carefully.
Moulin stared.
