" MARK REFUSED to leave my side. On the nights when I couldn’t stand the sight of another person, he would stay outside my door. Sometimes I would let him in. He would motion for me to turn around, facing away from him. I did. On those nights, the hard ones, I would hear the rustle of clothes being discarded. The snap and groan of muscle and bone. He would nuzzle my hand when I could turn back around. I would climb into bed, and he would jump up beside me, the bedframe groaning under the combined weight. He would curl around me, my head under his chin, his tail covering my legs. Those were the nights I slept the best. "

― T.J. Klune , Ravensong (Green Creek, #2)