Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

She received him well, as he expected. The tone she emitted was pleasant, and it told him of the certainty in everything. This was his mountain now — beneath her, of course — and in time he would prove his loyalty. Perhaps she would oblige him with her company if he did this; more importantly, he hoped to win her affection. A man was nothing without a woman at his side, after all. To be the master of the mountain, he would need this capable body to yield to him.

When she finally pulled away it was like being left in the dark again. Her dark figure moved on, beyond him and down the mountain, and he watched her traverse the terrain with great ease. Lazarus took one step as if to follow but then paused, letting her fade away from his periphery — now was the time to get acquainted with his new home, not with the woman who ruled it. Not yet, anyway.

Without another sound, the beastly thing turned and moved opposite to her — up and away, spiraling the mountain with an inquisitive eye while subduing his more voracious appetites.