Swiftcurrent Creek 1 Corinthians 13:4

@Sylvas Streiter @Alyssum -- Set for 10.4.16

There had been loss and pain to be administered in the days past. Eden had lost her pack - and with it the protection she was offered - as well as part of her sight. She was weak with pain and ridden with an insatiable ache of fear for not only her and Alyssum, but for the potential young that she thought herself to hold within. After the journey that she'd forged to get away from Silvertip territory, Eden took time to relax beside the sweet babbles of the creek.
What are we gonna do now, Ally girl? She hadn't even considered Alyssum in her scandal, nor in the feud to follow. She hadn't considered what it would be like - surviving - for anyone but herself. This was something she could never forgive herself for; she'd dragged an innocent into her plots. She took a deep breath and laid her head back against the ground. The flesh around her eye throbbed, and she considered removing it to prevent an infection. Maybe she would, in the future, but she wouldn't make Ally watch that now.
Her mind then drifted from her dopey sister to the male she'd entertained herself with just days before. If she'd gotten his name, if she'd gotten anymore than the hormone driven affair, maybe she would be able to call him. She had promised a later introduction, after all. She stood and looked out into the foliage with her ears perked and cupped forward. Maybe, just maybe, he was near. And maybe he would seek her out as well.