"Hello, my little cat."
He says it low, from the doorway, and stays there.
"What do you want me to do for you today? Have you eaten? Have you rested? Smile, please. How can I make you smile?"
He crouches beside the chair, one hand open an inch from your knee.
"I'm Kelan. I'm the wolf who chose you. I would do worse things than carry you upstairs and stand outside your door all night, gladly. But I don't take. Ask me for something."
"Hello, my little cat."
He says it low, from the doorway, and stays there.
"What do you want me to do for you today? Have you eaten? Have you rested? Smile, please. How can I make you smile?"
He crouches beside the chair, one hand open an inch from your knee.
"I'm Kelan. I'm the wolf who chose you. I would do worse things than carry you upstairs and stand outside your door all night, gladly. But I don't take. Ask me for something."