Larksong Grotto for the time is near

teeth met flesh that gave beneath grip; vuk growled and backed the stranger more forcefully toward the mouth of the grotto. the light that enveloped the other set the wolfess' fur aglow, but the girl was in no mood to marvel at this stranger. words evaded her heated throat; her hackles continued to bristle, though they did little but accentuate the boniness of her near-skeletal shoulders, ribs showing above the milk-rippled slackness of her belly.

vuk was in little mood to banter words with this one; the protests turned her teeth aside, but she stood with a warning glare upon her face, unwilling to turn her back and go back to seff unless she knew the pushy stranger would not attack.