Larksong Grotto Gucci

Reek drops down to join the girl, and she smiles at him, returning his gestures of greeting, nudging his shoulder. "Thank!" she says, a choppy appreciation cut short-- just barely-- by a feather. She sticks her tongue out, spitting the loose remains out. The floated ungracefully from her jaws, a few still stuck in her dark fur. Those were unimportant to her though, and she ignores them and returns her attention to her alpha. 

"You already are--" she teases playfully, but answers in full next, "'Course, whadaya need?"