Rainchaser knelt by the softly glowing white cat form of Loque’nahak and stroked his fur gently. While the amazing being’s companionship had lent an almost otherworldly feel to Rain’s travels – it was still his simple cat’s purr that she loved the most.
The purr – It was a low barely audible thing, more felt than heard. But the pleasure the big spirit beast conveyed with it was immensely satisfying. They had missed one another these past months, with Rain’s duty leading her to the poisonous depths of Kel’Thuzad’s inner sanctum and the snow mantled peaks of mighty Ulduar. Places she dared not take him.
“I thought maybe I would take you to Naxxaramas,” she told him almost apologetically. “But I’m so used to explosive shot now that I feel really naked without it.” The big spirit cat butted his head against her breastplate and demanded more petting.
“I know you’re fierce and beautiful – but when bestial wrath is on cooldown – I just don’t know what to do with myself…and I’m always so afraid of losing you.”
Lok’ cocked one bright glowing eye towards Rain’ and promptly moonfired a nearby squirrel. As the cordite smell of the magic mixed with scents of the cold pine forest and charred rodent Rainchaser chuffed the beasts neck affectionately.
“Oh I know, I know – you’re not helpless – but this isn’t about you, it’s about me. I’ve grown so much in the past months and I’ve learned how to stand on my own. I’m afraid that speccing Beast Mastery again will take that from me. Make me dependent again. I don’t like that – I don’t like needing you to fight all my battles for me.”
Lok’ made a warbling sound of displeasure that came straight from his diaphragm and ended in a reproachful sniff. He turned his head from the Tauren huntress and wound his body around her like a big house cat before nuzzling her one last time and disappearing into the snow covered wood. Rainchaser knew he would return in an instant if she needed him – and she did miss the spirit cat’s companionship – but the time wasn’t right. Not yet.