Ocean's Breath Plateau Sea Savior

The lashing out Witch expected never came, but instead the great man flopped to the earth and allowed her close -- the little flower was happy to oblige, falling into his plush warmth with a half-hearted smile. Her name sounded good coming from his lips -- most people used a shortened version of her name -- and so did the other words he murmured to her. 

She reached over and gave his cheek a lick from where she lay curled into his chest. Steady was the only man who'd ever been in the least influential to her, and even that was hard to say. It wasn't that she didn't like men, she just didn't know a father figure -- Castiel, however, she found she liked very much. The mud colored brute had fed her, kept her warm and safe, and gave her company. What the next step on her path was, she didn't know; perhaps Cas did? 

The russet-crowned pup blinked curiously up at him, tipping her head and mumbling something unintelligible before glancing around their dark surroundings. She could make the connection that he came from the wolves she'd smelled when she got here, but was that where she would go next? Or would she have to go find another being to feed her and keep her warm?