Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

he did not take her meaning -- or perhaps he had not seen the gesture -- and so vuk settled herself before him and drew her plume tightly across her forepaws, though she followed reek's gaze downward. his words pained her, but the pale girl knew she must stay firm to her personal beliefs regarding the priestess, and yet, and yet.

"i-it has .. n-not b-been ... ea ... sy to b-be a-wa...y," she stumbled, though her gaze searched for the kind eyes of her alpha, the one who had brought her and seff into his home, had given her shelter from the lash of the famine. 

reek had become someone for which vuk cared, though she could not and would not say it, for such words would admit that her thoughts had never left that moment in the grotto when he had touched her with such desire. 

on impulse -- or perhaps it was deliberate -- vuk leant close and let her muzzle linger alongside reek's again.