A-Ah... This really shouldn't be as comforting as it is, yet something in him instinctively draws him to the touch, like a child and his mother. Of course, he never did have one, in all technicality unless momma doom counts????, so he cannot quite pinpoint the feeling.

Shadow thoroughly enjoys it, however, and he clings to her, nodding in agreement. That would be of help, for sure.

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Of course, he is still a fifty-year-old hedgehog, so he kind of makes it a point not to even remotely touch certain mounds. Eep. No thanks. That would be disgusting of him.