Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

There was a subtle twitch of her left ear at his words. He nudged the corpse nearer, insistent. She felt a pang in her gut that made her muscles flex under her coat to keep the organ silent. 

Arnarkla continued toward him with measured steps. As she neared, her gaze dropped to his mouth. She had heard the sincerity but a part of the mountain wolf waited to see his mandible unhinge and show pearly teeth and ropes of saliva as he lunged. 

And then the rabbit was at her paws. She shifted to keep him on her left. 

Takk, she uttered in the mountain tongue; the gratitude in her voice would provide enough translation.