The wind picked up and sand scoured the door. Tinker thought Warren was particularly restless. She wasn’t sure why. As animals they would just hunker down somewhere until the storms would pass over but he seemed really bothered.<br/><br/>“Warren, are we more likely to be hurt in a storm as humans than as animals?”<br/><br/>Tinker came behind him and hugged her front to his back, laying her head on his shoulder.<br/><br/>“I am not afraid, Warren. When I’m with you, nothing can hurt me.”<br/><br/>She kissed his neck and his ear. It wasn’t quite the same as grooming, but it was very nice.