Sunbeam Lair black magic

There were interludes of silence where even his shadow was gone, but he did not worry for her. The boy wanted to be of use, not to rely upon her so heavily, but she commanded that he stay put while she scavenged for supplies, and he obeyed. There was no doubt in his mind about her motives; he knew she would return to him unlike any others. So he rested, fidgeting every ten to fifteen minutes because of the irritation of his wounds, and a persistent need to watch for Saghani's return. He was lonely without her - even if her forays away from him were brief - and it was unhealthy, this attachment. So many others had vanished from his life that there was always a lingering fear that horrors would befall her, much as he tried to ignore it. He trusted her implicitly, and his antsy behavior was more firmly rooted  in a need to be useful.

She did return, with a mouth full of many things. Though he did not laugh at the strangeness of her, a lightness had entered his expression. His entire self seemed invigorated as soon as the shadow was sighted; his tail batting against the snow when she was closer. He had to control himself, subdue the want to touch her and be close. There would be time for that - although his desires were far from adult, he only thought of holding her, and the memory of his chest atop her hindquarters was far from him. He chuffed, scooting closer to her with his chest in the snow, ever eager for her company.