Words are spaces between us.

Finish this one here?

Paarthurnax held her breath, her wild copper eyes fixed firmly to the face of her Autumn-pelted companion as she tried to gauge his reaction. As expected, Scimitar let go and moved backward, stammering with his words and seemingly placing as much physical distance between them as he could manage. Thrusting her ears back, the lithe beauty automatically whined softly in quiet assurance; it's okay, she wanted to say, but found that she could not.

Guilt practically radiated from him, and despite her urge to comfort him, Paarthurnax found that she could not. Her affection had already misled him and, despite feeling at fault for unknowingly leading her friend astray, the rapid thrumming of her frantic heart reminded her of what Shadow might think if he'd seen her snug against the form of a wolf he so fiercely disliked.

Then he swung around, heading off in the opposite direction, far from her. She followed him sadly with her vivid, concerned eyes before she too made off on a different path, tail tucked pitifully between her slim hocks.