Swiftcurrent Creek in ruhig fließender bewegung

the air between them still hung with a tension he stubbornly refused to dispel. but she had not reacted as he thought; he was wary and answered directly, his voice a gruff monotone. "no." withdrawing, his earlier ability to piece longer sentences retracted without desire behind them. a glance in the direction where wylla had made her den; mahler's attention returned to the flame. there was nothing more to say; he had shared far too much already. no — he was not the cause for her departure. but the musiker did not think his behaviour had made swiftcurrent welcoming for the silver she-wolf.