Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming like a broken record, looping all you know forever

She exhaled a breathy whine, one of gentle concern as the dark wolfess admitted that she was not at her best. Durnehviir had hoped for her to elaborate so that she might be able to offer some guidance, but she reminded herself of her place. The dragoness was not only no longer Constantine's mate, but Swiftcurrent's leader.

Her ginger ears fell back. Champagne eyes drifted sadly downward, then followed the sound of another unfamiliar voice. She observed the other female's approach and stepped aside, suddenly keen to clear off now that someone who apparently knew the raven girl had arrived to take charge.

Durnehviir twitched a whisker, then turned away to leave them in peace and desperately seek some of her own.