Brushing and Scratches | WVP #03

Erebus was slowly becoming more confident with his human touch. Each day he grew bolder, even looking forward to seeing this strange person every day. He'd began waiting a distance from the gate every day to greet Lacey, slowly less reluctantly.

When Lacey began drawing the brush over him and feeling all the gross dirt and loose hair let loose, he finally fully relaxed under the touch. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, leaning slightly into her as she gave him scratches.