Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

She's so unused to the presence of comfort when she needs it, the feeling of Kavik's nose against her cheek causes her to tense again for a moment. It fades quickly, though, replaced by an unfamiliar warmth that brings the tears fully from her eyes. She leans into his nuzzling with a soft, slightly shaky sigh. Thank you, She murmurs after several beats, pulling away to bury her face in his neck fur, this time without any hesitation. Her next words are muffled. I'm sorry I've been so — Resentful. She swallows, finding herself unable to bring the word past her lips though it fits well, and falls silent.