A purr, soft and deep, vibrated in David's chest as Luna coiled around him, a feline seeking solace after a long hunt. Ignoring the dull throb in his shoulder from Stripe's parting gift, David winced only slightly as he removed the arrow. "Took your sweet time, Luna," he teased, his voice gentle as he brushed a strand of her silver hair from her face.
Luna's ethereal eyes, usually pools of gold, flickered with guilt. "Forgive me, master," she whispered, burying her face in his chest. "This delay...it's my burden to bear. You wouldn't be wounded if I had been...swifter."
David cupped her face, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's alright, little kitten," he murmured, the warmth in his voice a soothing balm. "I managed, didn't I?" A soft rumble, barely audible, emanated from her throat.
