Do you fear me? [She chuckles, low and mocking, and a thousand voices giggle softly around him.] Good. A pet should always remember its place.

[The wind envelops him, and for a moment it brings an icy chill with it. But it's only a moment, and soon her grasp is kind once more - fingertips running through his hair, warm breath misting against his neck.]

Just as it should know better than to run from its master's protection.