Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Yells

Moss! Reverie startled slightly at the bark, but it quickly turned to an intense, flushed pleasure at her companion's return. She lit up at the sight of her, body wiggling a little with the force of her wagging tail as she moved to greet her. Moss! You're back! Reverie wasted no time in sniffing her over, not once but twice, and was satisfied to find that she was not wounded as Akavir and Arric had been.
Oh, but this closeness... Reverie froze a little, pupils dilated when she looked back up at Moss. Her hackles prickled lightly with an overload of feeling. She wanted to tell Moss that she was beautiful, that she was like starlight, like a dream she'd once had where everything was silver and she felt nothing but safe. But she could hardly breathe, could hardly think, and besides that was terrified beyond words of rejection! She didn't think she could bear it.