Dorian laughed, softly and sweetly, at the nuzzle against his temple. Bull could be almost alarmingly gentle, for such a large creature, with such broad horns. It reminded him sometimes of the musk deer on the property at home, in Asariel. They would eat grain right out of your hands in the springtime, when they all gathered for mating season.

His father used to hunt them, but Dorian had never had the heart to join Halward.

"I'm here for you Bull, whatever you might need me for." He lay his head on Bull's shoulder, overtaken by exhaustion and warm comfort.

"As long as we're both here."