"Eat that!" Disgust fills her, Hobgoblin chewing that food left his mouth in the same way that a small child shows that he doesn't like the meal that his mother has given him. Whines escape him at various intervals. "Please don't waste it. It's almost too cold to go out to sea and you're going to be much hungrier in Frostfall." Hobgoblin had begged almost constantly for a meal, pleading when he was too young to chase the mice and too lazy to change into something that would ease hunting. The fish Sikeax had taken the time to capture was a virtue.
Diving within the next few moon phases would be a dramatic change. It would be her first Frostfall with the gift, but swimming in the cold, icy waters again as she had in the child was a reminder enough.
She wouldn't go down for his meals if it could end in her death. She hadn't even taught the child to dive yet, which would take time for him to accept the ocean. He'd refused to leave with her, instead waiting almost impatiently along the shoreline for her resurface.
When it has appeared that he is finished, her head dips down to his level, shining the low light over each other's features.
"Open your mouth, please." A shake of the head. "Swallow." A whine. "Please. You're going to need that food later on." Finally, he breaks under will, swallowing with a grimace that brings a chuckle to her lips.
"Thank you."
His efforts are repaid in play, taking enough time to play chase along the beach, to leap and laugh with joy, to experience the finer things in life that she had been neglected off.
For once in a long time, true happiness fills her heart and warms it, and Sikeax finds what it truly feels like to be alive again.
His energy is seemingly endless, and while she allows him to run ahead, following behind at a slow walk and calling out to him when he was gone too far out of her sight, patiently awaiting his return.
This goes on for what must be hours before they find someone else, yet alone hear the voice.
Hobgoblin comes back to her with the urgent need for her to pick up the pace, nipping at her lower legs with baby teeth. Legs are drawn high to assure accidental crushing doesn't occur.
Finally, she gives into him, spreading her legs into a slow canter while he sprints ahead.
A lone stranger stood out in the waves, bathed in low moonlight and clearly caught up in themselves. Faint whispers of a song pours from their lips as her eyes turn down to ensure Hobgoblin didn't do something to ruin the moment
When nothing is left but the soft sigh of the waves meeting the earth, she steps out into their world. "You have a beautiful voice." Waves brush against her legs and climb a few inches, rubbing her down with a caress that urges her to go out deeper. Hobgoblin cries and she finally relieves him of his pain by placing her on her back.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted you." The apology is low, slipping off her lips in a slow, gentle manner. In case of any complications, she could easily dive down and leave for somewhere else, hopefully forcing Hobgoblin to overcome his fear in the process.

OOC: I meant to reply to this thread so long ago, but hey, at least I got a reply to you!
Hobgoblin is a black Serval.
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