Now he did it. He made her comfortable, or as comfortable as one could get sitting on the ground out in the late November night. She wasn't going to move unless someone or something moved her. She'd apparently be quite content to sit here with a wolf's head in her lap, her fingers pushing and pulling through his fur.
It allowed her mind and senses to wander. Her thoughts turned to whatever random thing caught their attention. It was better than remembering. That made her head hurt. Her senses expanded to create a comfort zone that would warn her of anything coming near.