Lost Creek Hollow snow pheasant

another woman. silvertongue had not expected it. and she was a fool for that. at once she declared the she-wolf competition, and flitted from shadow to green shadow after the new trail. she should not feel this way, the vixen told herself. and still she burned. suppose crowfeather wanted a wife! silvertongue laughed a little at that; she did not think he moved in that direction. and she certainly did not wish to be married. she fussed with the jealousy as she caught sight of the mussed-looking newcomer. silvertongue stepped from the forestdark, perfectly coiffed and shimmering with confidence. "hola. i do not think we have met."