Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

The silence was her first hint. Reverie felt her throat tightening even before Dusty Rose spoke.

She'd heard many things about dogs before, so many terrible things, but never anything like this. At worst she had expected that Dusty Rose would look down on her, that he would think less of her intelligence or her ability to care for herself. Not this.

She felt sick. I'm sorry, Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. She pressed her muzzle to his cheek. Just for a moment. Then she pulled away, tail curling closer to her own body in an instinctive bid to make herself smaller. Her ears fell as she confessed: My - my mother was a dog. If - if you don't... She couldn't finish, but she was sure now that he would not touch her again.