<blockquote class="uncited"><div>He turned over and returned to his fruitless efforts to sleep.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia had rolled to present her back to Reizu for scritching, which meant she faced the depressed wolf. She lifted her free forepaw and dropped it over him carefully. Despite the power inherent in the muscles he could feel against him, it was a friendly gesture.<br/><br/>"One hug, as ordered." She shifted slightly to move her body up behind him, hugging him to her in the manner of a child hugging a cuddly toy against her, but once again with gentleness. Her white belly fur was soft and warm.