Lost Creek Hollow Changes

the star's kindness quickly melted into something tinged with what wren could only perceive as — a threat. she felt her throat close on itself.
i know.
excuse me? wren barks out. she glances down at her forelegs, the unreadable marks that carve the skin beneath her pelt. respectfully, that's none of your fuckin' business.
she wanted to leave. she should leave. her eyes shine with a desolate sheen of tears. silver is-- my girlfriend? my lover? everything, and yet nothing at all? i can assure you that no matter what you think of me, it has nothin' to do with my ability to love her and care for her. i should-- get back to her, actually.
bristling with shame that toils deep in her gut, wren turns to rise to her feet and make her exit if not stopped. you're welcome for the meal.