" Half of her wanted only to look at him while the other half couldn’t bear what she saw. For a brief moment, when their fingers touched within the dog’s fur, she felt his pain crackle up her arm. Then she wanted to run away while only wanting to stay and guard him.
That hurt like hell.
Let me feel it again. "

― Suanne Laqueur , An Exaltation of Larks (Venery, #1)