Dawnlark Plains 'salem's lot

Ughh, they break my heart. Eventually, when Reek comes to his senses about the cult, he and Vuk should take Seff and elope :p

His heart hurt, but Reek could see his pain mirrored in Vuk's downcast gaze. The heavy weight on her soul was easily visible -- and in Reek's own experiance, familiar. Terich did not understand her, he thought. How could he? How could anyone understand the agonizing and crushing weight of loss but Reek? Terich wasn't the man she needed, she deserved better. One who had lived, loved, and lost. One who's heart was just as fragile as her's. It was a selfish desire in which Reek wanted her all to himself, but they were interlocking pieces... perfectly aligned in every way.

She moved forward, offering no word nor reassurance. Deep down, Reek knew she could never truly be his, but he could pretend. Right now, she could be all his. On the plain, there was no Terich -- there was no one else at all. Just he and her. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With his eyes shut, Reek trailed his muzzle across her spine and breathed deep, ruffling her fur as he went.