She was apprehensive, alert, nervous, and above all, interested in this new elf. He could not help but feel a slight bit of jealousy at the hint of disconnect he sensed from Ty. This could not be. He took a heaving breath, stretched his massive paws out in front of him, pulled his great body forward with a yawn and was sure to graze the side of his mistress's thigh as he resumed his normal posture. Just a hint, to remind her that he was in fact, still there. She took note of his intention and absently reached to pull gently on his ear.
Satisfied he was not forgotten he resumed his analysis of the young elf. There was something so oddly familiar about her, something that plucked at his instinct like the strings of a lute. Perhaps that was why he felt this calm nervousness. Having spent the majority of his life in fear of the bipedal, he had been unable to release his distrust of any other than Ty and the rogue, and the rogue had been a hard sell. The dog loved the rogue, Humie remembered with a huff. Damn dog, so eager to please, as all dogs are. Humie relished the loving disdain of the canine for a moment until his current concerns were brought back in to focus by the young elve's sudden thought of "Why am I here?".
His Huntress was apparently wondering the same thing. Humar watched again, with interest, at the exchange between them. They spoke in a language he could not understand, but he felt each inflection of the words as they passed between the women. It was so much like the first conversation she had had with him. As the reality of what was being said set in, Humar's disbelief became obvious.
She was here to be trained. "Tamed" Humar thought with awe. Why would she ask for such a thing? He himself had been forced into submission by Ty herself, many moons past. He was thankful for it, had never truly questioned it, and had been lovingly devoted to the Huntress ever since, but he had never really forgotten that she had done it against his will. After she revealed his purpose to him he was greatfull and fullfilled, but every now and again he still wondered "what if?".
The awareness he enjoyed now was what he had given in exchange for his freedom however and he would not change a thing, but to ask for it? To request such a thing? He could not fathom it. Was it even possible?
Truly interested now, he sat up and stared at the girl. She looked back at him and watched as he laid his head in Ty's lap with a distinct flicker of recognition, never breaking eye contact. Some odd semblance of jealousy soaked desire passed between the two. It did not sit well with the Pridelord. Humar felt the low growl forming in his throat at this strange new threat, and Ty, reacting quickly, pulled his head about until he was facing her's. She placed her hands over his eyes. She sensed the cat fight that had been about to start and smoothed the rising fur on the nape of his neck with soothing words whispered into his ear. He lowered his haunches and heaved a sigh, shaking his head to rid it of the murderous thoughts that had so quickly formed.
When he turned again the elf, she looked back at him in as much shock at herself as he had felt. Taking a breath she stood, walked around the table to him and placed her hand on his head. Her eyes closed and her back arched as she was enveloped in a silvery mist, energies flowing in and out of her at the same time. When the mist cleared, Humie stared into the golden eyes of a great blue cat, beautiful, with white moons on her shoulders, tribal markings from long ago. As recognition passed between them, Humar said to her, "Ah, now, we can talk."
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