Although he remained out of sight, Kitty watched over the house until he saw that child emerge on her own two legs. He needed to know she had survived. That she was well. That she didn’t... perish. He could never remember how long he remained to watch the child with her family afterwards. Days? Weeks? It was only when her father returned from hunting with a bleeding deer carcass, almost causing Kitty to attack, that he left. As much as he’d longed to, he couldn’t remain.
