Satisfied with her surrender, he sprawls across her, claiming his rightful spot as completely as he can. Below the waist he's still on the ground because he doesn't want to smother her, but the rest of him, he stretchs out on top of her, careful to keep his elbows from digging in or poking her. His head he rests over her chest, nose almost touching her chin.

But - no. She isn't supposed to feel sad. He's furry and huggable and here. That's supposed to make her happy. Except even when he isn't here in his human form... his human form is still making her sad. It hurts deep down in his chest and the whine slips out of him before he realizes it. Stretching his neck a little, he flicks his tongue against that secret spot behind her ear where he knows it tickles.

Don't think about blond failures. Think about the cute wolf you've got to hug instead.