Slowly, the while wolf began to drift between a land where manifestations of his cognitive ran freely amongst the barren fields of his mind, and reality. Although his senses were definitely becoming dull, he could still hear and feel almost everything, despite how distorted and muffled the sounds around him became. In his final moments of consciousness, the achromatic dog felt movement atop his breast, and a sleepy smile spread across his complacent expression just as quickly as warmth flourished about his being. Shade's head was now buried beneath his chin, and he loved it. Gently, the large wolf tossed one of his hind legs over his lover, and brought them closer together. With their bellies now pressed together, and Shade filling his back legs, West happily fell victim to exhaustion, letting sleep take him for the night. During the time where his body had temporarily shut itself down, scenarios played throughout his head. Shade's presence blessed each and every one of them, though, they were filled by things that he would much rather keep just between the two of them.

Sadly, the vivid dreams began to fade, and he could feel himself being reeled back into consciousness. This was how he normally felt, every morning, to be honest. He'd fall asleep thinking of his friend, and dreams would grant him his wish of taking their relationship further than friendship. Then, he'd have to wake up, alone and disappointed. His golden trenches peeled open at a leisurely pace, keeping themselves squinted while growing accustom to the harsh change in ambience. Where he expected to see an empty clearing, the white wolf's vision was occupied by a big black blotch, and two specks of a beautiful, chemical green. Confused, he began to shift his legs, and, only then, he felt a set of tender paws moving along his back. West's senses began to boot, and, soon he could feel gusts of humid breath washing over his face. Oddly, they carried a nice scent. Not one you'd expect from any ordinary dog. They carried the aroma of Mentha, or, mint leaves. Those could be found all around the shrine. It would've shocked him had he not known Shade as well as he did. Finally, he blinked his eyes open, and immediately, they met with his mate's. "Shade.. Y-you're really..." He spoke softly, then shook his head, allowing a big, goofy, sleepy smile to spread along his snowy complexion. "Good morning, my love."

If it weren't for his fear of bugging the black wolf, West would've began planting kisses all over Shade's face. But, he settled for just one. The white wolf leaned a bit closer, just until their noses barely met, and, with glee, he met their lips. It was a brief moment before he pulled away, and his head was rested upon the black wolf's shoulder. Just so that he could lose himself within those emerald pools. "How did you sleep, handsome?"