Moony stood in front of her, at least a head taller as she sat on the cold ground, and he bent over her, pushing his nose to her hand. She centered herself, this was her Remus. Tentatively, she reached her hand out and he stilled, letting her get comfortable. Carding her fingers through the fur on his face, Moony closed his eyes, basking in her affection, but as she brushed along the familiar panes of his face, she heard him whimper.