Larksong Grotto doctor sleep

hiram turned and their pelts brushed; vuk fought the urge to stiffen, to pull away from him. instead the girl trained her eyes quietly upon the water and grasped deepened breaths as the cardinal spoke, his voice somewhat muffled by the placement of his muzzle. yearning broke in vuk; she trembled alongside him, unable to keep her marked ears from falling back along her skull.

she missed the man in return -- reek was upon her mind many moments of each day, but it was not reek. he was no more. the wolf at her side wore the man's face but it was hiram, hiram, hiram -- he of the lord, he of kesheph, he of raas. why did he speak such to her?

"y-your g-god does n-not allow t-that," vuk whispered, surprised at the bitterness in her tones as she turned at last her eyes upon hiram, to trace the handsome features of his face with her wanting gaze, and the betrayal of her tears brightened her stare with grief.