Damon stared at the wolves when he caught a movement from the corner of his eyes. The kitten in his hands, his adorable little fluffball of destruction, gave a single regal nod.
A tiny nod.
The Shadow Wolves visibly relaxed, as if the very Queen of the Abyss herself had granted them pardon from execution. Several even wagged their tails in cautious hope.
Damon stared at her.
"…Baby," he whispered, "did you just… negotiate on my behalf?"
The kitten blinked, puffed her chest out, and let out another adorable "Meow".
Damon dragged a hand down his face. "Right. Okay. So affinity had nothing to do with it. It wasn't me." He sighed, lips twitching. "All hail the Queen, huh."
The kitten placed one paw on his thumb as if she said, 'Yes, mortal, you finally understand. '
Damon could only smile bitterly. "Well," he murmured, "Papa appreciates the help."
