Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

He was far more sedate than she, and at times she worried that this might be tiresome to him. She feared that she would grow tiresome to him — but so far, it seemed to be a worry made up of her own bad dreams. He was endlessly patient with her, and seemed even to enjoy her higher energy and frisking nature.

So she put on a show for him, starting off with a dance she'd learned as a girl. It made her think of Tullik with a searing sort of want, but she set it aside in favor of the happier memories that came along with it. Her parents had watched them and cheered afterward, and this felt almost like that — excepting that the reward would be very different!

This in mind, she shifted to something far more improvisational, moving provocatively in the privacy of their little glen. She felt they were the only two wolves left on earth, and it made her inhibitions slip away like the silver waters of the creek. She lost herself in dance, feeling lovely and graceful while in reality she looked like that scene from Pitch Perfect where they're trying to teach Stacie not to grab herself while she sings.