While terror had driven her home, she was equally afraid of her uncle. Sirius had never harmed her, but she did not doubt he would be capable of such a thing. The way he hunted, the way he talked, she had learned that he was indeed terrible. Yet she loved him as she loved her brother, her father, her mother. So while she tasted fear she dismissed it—she had survived. She had succeeded.
His form appeared before her, hewed from the earth itself. It startled her to see his face and his body offered to her in such a manner. It excited her, too. She recognized quite suddenly that she was set apart from the others. This filled her young head with warm light and dreams of grandeur. Bright Kelly-green eyes deepened as her pupils widened in a manner much like her father’s, sucking in the image as to always hold it. Salvia would never dare to try and capture Sirius with her eyes as she did with the sheep, but this image, she sought to hold onto.
Her large feet picked up the pace and in a terribly controlled manner, she closed the distance between them and gripped his waist firmly, shoving her nose into his chest before lifting it to find his billy-goat chin. She said nothing, but a faint whine of pleasure escaped her as she sucked in his scent and felt his fur against her own not-yet-a-woman body.
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