At last, Fable calmed down, plopping on the floor, his body curled around the bed. I sat up slowly, my hair sticking in all directions, my face flushed and panting. I cast a quick water spell, cleaning the saliva from my face and dress.
"Remind me never to get too friendly with him," Luke said, hiding a smile.
I blushed, awkwardly smoothing my hair. Fable sat up, whining faintly as I hugged him, my fingers barely touching around his thick neck. His fur enveloped me, soft and warm, filling my nostrils with his familiar scent. Memories trickled in one by one, from our first meeting outside Westfold Village to our battle against the dragons in Blacksand.
"I missed you," I murmured, nuzzling his fur with my cheek.
It was minutes before I finally rose for air, finding Luke watching me with a smile.
"One day, I hope you're as excited to see me as that oversized wolf," he said.
