He hadn’t seen Zee in a few days, not by herself at any rate. He was struggling to process his feelings for her, he wasn’t sure if he missed her or straight up hated her guts. She was a foolish, silly girl who couldn’t understand what was happening around her. Always giving sass to her beaters, forcing him to beat her up. This was all her fault, and the one time he tried to fix it, she decided she hated him instead.
He wasn’t sure they would ever see eye to eye again, and both of them where going out of there way to avoid each other, especially after what had happened in Belle’s den. He should have settled down on the ox blanket, and gone to sleep. He shouldn’t have raised his head at the first pitter-patter of rain, and gotten anxiously to his paws.
When the storm started in earnest, he waited expectantly at the entrance of his den, peering out so he could help guard her to the safety of his home when she saught him out. Despite everything going on between them, he didn’t imagine for a moment that she wouldn’t come. After all, he had seen, tasted, witness her fear in that first storm. She had been horrified.
He waited, and he waited, and another crack of thunder boomed through the sky, and still she did not come. He grabbed the cheetah coat he had carefully cleaned for her, and drapped it over his back so his mouth would be clear. He then left the den, moving out into the rain and towards her den, expecting to see her somewhere between. When he reached her den and still did not find her, he was afraid she had gone the wrong way, and was lost out there in the dark night, alone and afraid.
So, when he stuck his head in her den, and found her curled up afraid in the safety inside, he was surprised. “Zee, why didn’t you come?’ he demanded as he stepped inside without invitation, shaking water from his coat as he dumped the Cheetah skin on the floor.
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