Blurb about John Watson and his tundra wolf daemon, Adine:"Adine?" John looked around, searching for his daemon. "Adine? Where the heck are you?"
He searched the kitchen, the sitting room, upstairs and even the hallway but found no sign of his wayward daemon. He was standing in the sitting room when he realized where she was. He walked to Sherlock's room and, sure enough, found Adine curled up on Sherlock's bed, looking for all the world like a dog waiting for her master. "Adine..." his throat closed up as he lingered in the doorway. Six months and it still hurt like hell to be in this room.
"I miss them," Adine whined, pushing her nose under Sherlock's pillow even though the man's scent had long ago faded.
"Adine..." John quickly walked over, curling up next to his daemon, arms wrapping around her even as he buried his face in her fur. "I miss them too."
Adine whined again before unexpectedly lifting her head enough to howl mournfully. John pressed closer to her, hiding his tears of pain and grief in her fur. The loss of Sherlock and Kazimierz was worse than the gunshot wound. It was like someone had ripped some vital organ out.
John dug his fingers into Adine's fur and sobbed against her neck. Today was clearly going to be one of their bad days.Adine
is a Scandinavian name meaning "slender"