Porcupine Ridge you did not break me

Terich-mir, in every which way that she adored him for, was quick to press options upon her, hoping only to engage her and allow her mind to drift from the emptiness she currently felt. Little did she know how often he did this --- and everything he usually did was for her and her alone.
 
“Running,” she responded almost immediately, hoping to feel the burn and pain of such a lengthy run to distract her from the image of Taggarik curling his forelimbs to Vuk, pulling her close against him. The blatant disobedience of her subordinate, and her complete inability to stop or do anything about it.
 
With Terich-mir, at least, she did not feel like a failure.
 
Without waiting for his answer, the dark she-wolf cast her companion a look with her frosted eyes, grateful for him, before she leapt off, her slender form bounding across the Ridge, quietly beckoning her friend to join her. For now, she would distract herself, until she knew how to handle the situation, and only after, when the two wolves were exhausted, would she curl up with Terich-mir once more and tell him what had happened.