Both of Bulk's wings were fully extended, one of which was stiffly hanging over the edge of the bed and pointing at her. The other curved against Squall's side, ending up pointed into the air towards the canopy. As the pile came full circle, poor Bulk had his neck snugly wedged in the crevice between Squall's rump and Neil's side so that his head went up and over, ending up on Neil's chest where a small puddle of drool was collecting. 