Narknon put a paw on Harry's chest and began licking her face; a hunting-cat's tongue is much harsher than a housecat's. Harry thought her skin would crumble and peel off, but she didn't have the strength to push her away.
Narknon, a hunting cat, affectionately interacts with Harry by putting a paw on her chest and licking her face. The texture and roughness of a hunting cat's tongue are notably different from that of a domestic cat, and Harry feels a mix of discomfort and affection. The experience is intense as she fears her skin might suffer from the harshness of the licking.
Despite the discomfort, Harry finds herself unable to push Narknon away. This moment reflects a bond that transcends mere petting, illustrating the strength and closeness that can form between humans and animals, even through something as seemingly crude as a lick from a cat's tongue.
