Moonspear deception on my lips

Alya tore into the belly and dove in to extract the liver - her favorite part of any kill. When she looked up it was to find Terance looking not especially hale, a stricken expression upon his fine face. "Oh, calm down," she muttered, shaking some of the excess blood and gristle from her pelt before fixing Terance with a pointed look.

"What I mean is, this good old boy act just isn't going to cut it," she said earnestly. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm going to anyway because I like you, and because it's a travesty for both of us to have to lead dull, romanceless lives. So, here it goes. I ran off because Lyra would've been angry at me, if anything had happened between us."

She stared hard at Terance, willing him to put two and two together. She already felt bad for revealing as much as she had, and she didn't want to have to spell it out for the hopless sap.