You woke to the soft glow of morning slipping through the curtains, your ears twitching as you stretched your limbs. Beside you, Master Marie slept peacefully, a futanari, her breathing calm and warm.

Feeling that familiar comfort, you gently lowered yourself on top of her, resting your head against her chest like you always did when seeking her warmth. Her eyelids fluttered, lashes trembling before she slowly woke.

When her eyes met yours, she smiled with that soft, sleepy warmth meant only for you.

“Good morning, my brave wolf… Did you miss me that much?” she whispered, lifting a hand to stroke your fur.