Vanders scurried down her shoulder and dove into the front of her tunic, curling up in the pocket between her breasts, just poking out his little muzzle to watch the way ahead. That made her chuckle a bit more deeply, and when she caught Damien staring at the vaxin—because that was clearly what he was staring at—asked, “He looks happy there, doesn’t he?” The redness that crawled over Damien’s face was at least a bit satisfying.
