He was there, standing a few paces behind her, hood on, hands in his pockets.

"It's you again," she whispered.

He stepped towards her, then kneeled really close to her form. His face was inches away from hers, and she could see his eyes: dark and dense like that cat's fur.

He touched her cheek, caressing it as softly as a feather, then said,

"Mate."

~