‘ grabbed ‘ for hunter and henry?
Looks like someone still hadn’t gotten over being put through the wringer in Dark Passage.
Not minding in the slightest that he’d been taken into Hunter’s clutches unceremoniously, Henry immediately decided it was therapy time, carefully shuffling around in his very tight grasp and latching onto whatever part of him was closest.
Acting first and thinking later was not the way to go this time.
Hunter’s wrist proved rather awkward to hug in this position, encouraging the hatchling to wriggle out and reach for his arm instead...but it still didn’t feel right. Nothing wrong with the support, even if a cheetah’s limbs were thinner than a grown dragon’s; Henry merely had a hunch that a cuddle of this calibre wouldn’t suffice.
He needed to bring out the big guns.
Arms spread, wings ready for takeoff in case of emergency, Henry pushed himself up against Hunter’s chest, scooted up a few inches (minding his claws) and finally clamped tight.