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she felt tension rise in his muscles at her touch, but vuk did not pull away, and when reek met her eyes, his body drained itself of the momentary stiffness. he spoke her name in a raw voice, one that pulled the girl's ears back along her skull -- the agony in his tones was raw, tangible, frightening. 

he blamed himself for something she did not understand, but the patchwork wolfess was competent enough to know that this was to do with the pain he wore so openly upon his features. a wrongdoing not yet righted, vuk surmised. reajusting her head where he lay, she swiveled her ears toward reek, a silent offer to listen if he should choose to speak.