Porcupine Ridge birthday in noir

vuk wished fervently she knew the myriad thoughts dancing through the other's head, but was sensitive enough to see that diane relaxed at her touch. if permitted, the girl reached to untangle a knotted tress of fur from behind her companion's ear. having been a lone wolf for quite some time, the memories of her natal pack were all but gone from the halls of vuk's memory. she had reverted easily to the social beast her species warranted, but was still cautious in regards to a great many things. 

"will you sing with me?" the other asked, and vuk's heart was filled with joy. the song of wolves was a comforting sound in its very haunting of the ears, the eldritch aria of the wild wood, and she nodded immediately, a wide smile coming to rest upon her maw.