Making New Friends

He heard the tiny call of his darkest-coated little one. She had the least amount of Zee or Sirius in her coat, but her bright, courageous eyes reminded him of Zee nonetheless. He followed the sound of the call, leading him towards Weeping Woods. He found her sitting by a stream, a small predator across from her. He raised his hackles, picking up speed, and Bast appeared in front of him. Shaking her head at him, telling him that whatever was going on, it was no threat to his child.

He smoothed his hackles, but did not relax. Continuing forward, brushing past Bast and stopping beside his tiny daughter. He leaned down, kissing the crown of her head, catching the scent of Zee and pack, and her own personal touches in the next breath he drew. It calmed him, if just a smudge. “Little Goss?” he asked softly, giving her room to explain the situation.