Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

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She swallows. Hard, nearly audible as her throat bobs. Gaze narrows as he dares to edge closer, and then the tremors begin. First one, a chill that runs up her forelegs, and then another that lands in the muscles of her shoulder. 
Short, but deep breath.
Oh, c'mon, don't bullshit me, it comes out as a low hiss, one that stings of her own shame. the fact that I knew him was a big hoot when I first got here. You really gonna blame me for assuming that? You look at me like a fuckin' felon when you've hardly even gotten to know me. 
His lips in such close proximity to her own causes a short circuit. With shaky breath and teeth that bite down on her lower lip, she lets out a tiny, shrill whine. The wave of regret was already crashing, and before it was to get any worse, she whispers. I just wanna do what's right by this pack. I just... her head shakes. I want-- I want you to trust me.