Sunbeam Lair lost is my four letter word

Winter-thin ears were lax and lolling, but it was after a few hard presses of lashes that they flickered about in a rare moment. Moonish eyes unveiled, and she looked about with a heady, whelpish unawareness as she tried to locate the source of that hesitant whuff. The tentative words guided her to what she sought; with a movement more doe than wolf, she turned, and an argent gaze fell upon the dark figure before her.

For a moment, a giant’s fist wrenched her heart from her pale breast and shook—but, no—it was not him. Those ears were tall, furled, and there was something other in his gait and figure and overall look. Bones worked at the ivory throat, wary and neutral, too, but lented just as quietly: ”Yes?” Eyes remained guarded, but not immediately unkind.