For Reynard, returning to a female body somewhat like the one she had had before she had been kidnapped and brought to this nightmare world was like coming back to an empty house after a long trip. Sex with Harold was like discovering that the plumbing and electricity still worked.
The bear-man's deep grunts mixed with Reynard's ecstatic yips to form an unmistakable music. Silverheart and the nameless foxmorph made eye contact and broke into laughter.
"Your idea?" asked the nameless one.
"Not entirely" said the catwoman. "But yeah, kind of. Harold's a sweet guy, and a nice little no-strings-attached affair is just what our friend needs. She should get her desires fulfilled so she can concentrate on the war. "
The yips and grunts were replaced by light snores. The nameless foxmorph went to check on his friend, and saw Reynard curled up on the bearmorphs chest with an expression unfamiliar to the nameless one. He realized that for the first time since he had met Reynard, his friend was actually looking happy.