Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

Another pause falls between them, leaving her to wonder about his response in the silent space left between them. It is true that they hardly know one another, and for this reason her mind runs wild with possibilities. Would he ask her to rid herself of them? Chase her from the pack to avoid the consequences of his actions? Or intimidate her, perhaps, into accepting something less than what she has asked? She doesn't know.
His voice startles her a little when he finally answers her, and her gaze finds him again despite herself with eyes wide. For a moment, her expression betrays her surprise and relief, eyes softening briefly as she glances to him. The sharpness quickly returns to her features, though, and she pulls her gaze away from him a beat later, suddenly fighting tears. This doesn't make us lovers, She manages, swallowing hard as she struggles against the flood of tears threatening to spill over. Her control slips and then breaks entirely, and she buries her face between her forelegs with a choked sob, muffling but not quite muting the sound.