Blackfeather Woods how do i tell love from the taste of blood on my tongue?

her singing ceased slightly as Currituck began to sing along with her, at least the best she could, and her mouth stretched wide in a smile. "yes, very good," she praised, nodding down at the little one, her voice still musical and crooning even in plain speech. "i needed a duet partner." she gave Tatik a long lick over her head, smoothing down the downy fur there.

she moved slightly back and forth, in a rocking motion, as if she were the mother and not the blind woman. it felt peaceful, lulling her into a sense of comfort, and she closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of a young pup. she continued to sing, but only in fragments, voice so quiet it cut in and out as she took low, slow breaths.