Larksong Grotto the sun dog

he was so unsure; vuk nuzzled into the crook of terich's throat, nodding against the lush fur there. "yes." her voice was gentle, muted by his pelt, and yet firm. she was certain of her want for him, certain of her hunger, and yet she was unsure that it was only for terich that she burned. reek ... vuk shoved him from her mind, as far as she dared, as far as she could, and pressed herself more firmly against her husband. "yes."