Permafrost Hollows now i know what’s real what’s fake

The breath leaves the ice wraith's body on impact, too, though for different reasons; he can't hold back the sigh of relief when he confirms that Phillip is real. The dark boy's tears only add to the emotion threatening to overwhelm him. Where did you go? He blurts first, and then — It doesn't matter. You can tell me later. Just promise you won't leave me again. He burrows closer into Phillip's fur, sniffing him all over and leaving a trail of rough preening and gentle nips, checking him all over and simultaneously marking the boy as his own again.