Hana heard her companion shifting in the night, sleep restless. She watched the tent with a soft whuff of concern, debating. Eventually, she slipped inside, curling her massive body around Art's in an attempt at some form of comfort.
It didn't seem to help much, though at least he slept through the night. When he bolted awake near dawn, she jerked her head up and pinned her ears back, whining softly.
Unsure what else to do, the kitsune pressed her muzzle forward against his shoulder, rumbling softly.