gift for iamadistraction

When Cyne wakes up in the morning, still in Rick's bed, she's alone...except for a tiny ball of white fur tucked against her stomach.

Around his neck is a neat little red leather collar with a small bow tied to it, and propped against Rick's pillow is a note...

Pulling too many graveyard shifts lately. Here's someone I trust to keep you warm when I can't.

-R