Chill of the dark

She gasped as she was nudged awake. Confused and disoriented she looked around and found her paws clenched into his dark fur. It was a dream! It was a dream? She looked up at Basilisk, as if she wasn't quite sure he was real at first. 

"I'm sorry." She sniffed, "My dream..." She tried to mentally run after the ephemeral edge of the dream as it ran to escape her consciousness. "They killed you and took me away..." Was all she could muster, and then she immediately buried her face into his fur. Relieved he was still alive and next to her, her arms wrapped around one of his, pressing her little helpless body close to his, tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. She had never felt so... Truly helpless, so needy, so tiny, and so scared of losing someone. She had never felt so scared of actually losing someone as she did right now. Not since that day of the polar bear skins. She knew it was all so silly, so ridiculous!

"Please... m-Master... never sell me or send me away..." She pleaded.