Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

She sighs again as he licks her cheek, ears laying back against her skull as she presses a little closer. Though her anger still simmers somewhere under the surface, it's muted now by exhaustion, the comfort Kavik offers, and the realization that he is her only ally in this. She has no one else; she'd left her family and friends far behind with a vow to herself that she would not become her mother, she would not tether herself to anyone or anywhere. Yet here she is — and the only wolf she has to turn to is one she can't decide if she hates or needs. The thought almost brings her to tears again, but she stifles the feeling, whining so softly it's almost inaudible. She can't even begin to understand how it's possible to have such strongly conflicting feelings about someone — but of course the one to inspire it in her would be a man.