Finally

Her form became apparent to him, and his first thought was...
The Bitch

Soon he stood before her, eyes narrowed as his eyes scanned over her. Sweet crimson covered her gloss-amir black fur, it's sweet scent mixing with hers. He chuffed angrily, silver eyes relieved and angry at the same time. "Where the fuck did you go?" He refrained from any contact, his pelt struggling to stay flat. She had that effect on him, the fae had. Just her scent caused him, he with the body that could not be best by force, to shiver and his emotions to change.

It was getting to him, being mortal. But soon he would be in the spirit world once again, with his true form, Darkness.