He makes snuffing noises in response to her complaint but he's pleased with himself. The rock is surprisingly free of rough spots and already comfortably warmed by the sun. Overhead the clouds seem to go on forever, starting with the imaginative puffy kind with the higher horse tails above. Tail thumping, Cloud lays down again himself, settling his head across her stomach and one paw. The meaning's clear. Stay put.

But after a minute, his nose shifts over to nudge hintingly at her hand.