Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Her nose had been right.

A land of the masculine. She wondered if they were brothers, similarly dark and strong. She could not halt the soft flutter of her gaze between them.

A crooning sound of submission and appreciation.

Jakoul. There was no need to offer fake names when she wore nothing upon her. Help me. Help you. Stay, help?

Her gaze was for the leader man alone now.