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The sticky consistancy of cobwebs coated not just his wound but her own blood soaked toes, getting the leave to stay on him and not keep contact with her was a rather interesting position. She had to use her nose and neck to get these tricky greens to figure.out that the brindle man was their new home, not her stained paws. So it was a game of pick up and nose press, pick up and nose or neck press. It had to look comical!

"Kitten, you are lucky you have me. Death cannot touch you, well, unless you are beheaded but then you would have to be stuck with talking to only me and bound as a spirit." she purred in a way to show him that this would be a pleasant fate, her dual hued eyes flashing in the low light. In truth is was a cruel fate to never walk in peace but attached to a divine witch.