[ Thomas shivers at the fingers moving against her scalp, leaning into the touch with a purr.

(her perfect alpha)

She curls in closer in Heartland's lap, reaching down to snatch a piece of bacon from the plate and stuff it into her mouth as her stomach rumbles loudly.

(the slowness of most of her heat doesn't change the fact that she's starving this morning, just means it's not quite so bad as it could have been) ]