Larksong Grotto Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene

She moved in closer -- the contact they shared was a comforting force. She preened his neck and Reek's mouth parted slightly as he closed his eyes tightly. A weak sound passed his lips as he tried to reign in his emotions. Terich was a lucky man to have Vuk as a mate, figured Reek. For a moment, he flushed green with envy. Though the grotto (and the wolves inhabiting it) belonged to Reek, he would have traded it all away to switch places with the subordinate. Terich didn't know how lucky he was to have a family such as this.

Like most good things, Reek wanted it for himself.

He remained silent and leaned closer into Vuk, craning his head around to rake his own teeth teeth though the fur of her neck -- starting with a patch of grey behind her ear.