Obediently, Tinker closed her eyes, thinking to sleep. She was cold on the far side of the cave. The wind blew in and ruffled her fur. She stood and turned around three times, and arranged her backside to the wind and tucked her nose under the tip of her tail.<br/><br/>Then she heard howling and wondered at the possessors of such voice. They were no one she recognized. Warren’s soft snores were rhythmic and she found herself waiting for the ebb and fall of the sound. A flea was chewing on her ear and she tried to ignore it because she was comfortable. Suddenly she sat up and scratched furiously. The cave seemed so much colder now. She shook her fur and tried to get comfortable again.<br/><br/>She could see Warren’s sides rising and falling with his snores and she remembered how warm it had been to snuggle close to him last night. Quietly, she padded over to him and turned around three times, plopping down with her backside against his side. That was better but then her paws were still cold. This time, she turned and crowded close to him, tucked her tail in on the outside and fell asleep, warm, safe and content.