Porcupine Ridge children of the corn

Vuk responded – the yes would have been considered far too simple an answer for the silver-laced female, and yet the girl curled in to herself more tightly – nervous.. afraid, even. She had broken pack law, and yet had become a shell – as if this would appease the alpha female, who had taken this all very personally.
 
“I can’t, Vuk,” she started, her tone going deadpan. “I can’t even look at you right now.” She paused, her pale eyes drifting over the girl once more, trying to glimpse at her belly, as if she expected her to be showing already.. another slap to her face. “I thoguht we were friends, Vuk.” She quieted then, breathing in sharply before whirling on the spot, her paws swiftly carrying her away.
 
She couldn’t deal with this. Not yet.