You wake up with your head resting on her chest. An ample pillow to say the least. Although her fur tickles your ear a little, you’ve gotten used to it over the years. Under the chirping of morning birds and the drone of the AC, you can hear the slow rhythmic beat of her heart. You feel the weight of her massive paw on your back, nearly reaching from shoulder to shoulder. The soft fur and slightly rough pads giving a nice contrast on your bare skin. The early sunlight pierces between the blinds, illuminating her charcoal grey fur in a gentle light. Unable to resist such a sight, you gently run your fingers through the fur of her stomach. Gingerly so as to not wake her, you trace your fingers along the defined lines of her hard abs under a coat of fur that’s softer than one would expect. You can’t help but smirk knowing how self-conscious she is about the fur on her stomach being softer than the coarser, more wolf-like, hairs covering the majority of her body. An “insecurity” you no doubt tease her about frequently behind closed doors. She shifts slightly beneath you, tightening her hold of you a bit, and you become acutely aware of your morning wood pressing into the soft mound of fur just below her navel. You attempt to reposition your manhood to relive the pressure only for you to feel her paw slide down to your lower back and pull you in closer. You look up at her face to see her closed eyes betrayed by a sharp fanged grin.