A Gentle Clink

Everything was quiet inside the car. Slowly, a warm pulse reached my paws, resting against the light denim fabric beneath me. I blinked and took a deliberate breath. When I turned my head just slightly, the golden metal tabs beneath my muzzle chimed softly against the pin. The sound was tiny, sharp, and entirely my own doing. I pressed my plush front paw down against the knee supporting me, feeling the firm fabric hold my new weight, and settled into the steady, quiet warmth.