Belly distended, Pemberley’s eyelids drooped. She crawled back toward the sandy-leafy nest and nudged her head under Elizabeth’s arm. Rumblkins scooted to make room for her on Elizabeth’s lap. A moment later, all three were asleep. Longbourn lay down beside them, head on his paws, and closed his eyes as well. Darcy sat back on his heels and stared. What a peculiar tableau. Though beyond disheveled, Miss Elizabeth had never been more attractive, surrounded by the creatures that adored her.
This is difficult to picture in my mind, especially considering Longbourn's a Wyvern with only two wings for arms and two legs. Unlike the Dragon having four legs and two wings.
So him, putting his head on his paws, would mean his back would be very tightly curled in order for him to rest his head on his paws.
I'm guessing the author is wanting us to imagine the way a dog would look in this position, but forgot the Wyverns body can't really pull this off without looking ridiculously uncomfortable.
To Darcy right now, Elizabeth would seem like a real life Cinderella or Snow White with all the woodland creatures whom adore her.
