Larksong Grotto Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene

seff was growing quickly, thriving in spite of the famine that raged. reek and terich watched over their little family with doting affection -- vuk knew nothing about the larksong alpha, save for his kind heart. however, there was an agony in reek, a festering wound no herb would mend. she saw it in his coming and goings, in the way he comported himself day to day -- when he slept, when he entered the cave and fell into a welter of darkness, as he did now.

she was becoming fond of him; his friendship was treasured, and he had been there for her in a terrible moment. likewise, vuk felt the beginnings of a spare affection beginning for terich, though she was unsure of what it would mean.

seff was asleep; the patterned girl's gaze was soft and worried upon reek's turned back, and presently she rose with great care and moved quietly across the grotto, where she curled against the larksong leader's haunch and lay her muzzle across his hip. vuk said nothing, but merely lent her strength to him as he had done for her.