Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

She allowed him this, a soft sweeping motion towards her own hind leg.

His question was odd. Why was she alone? Well, why did he look a gift horse in the mouth? Perhaps she was more akin to a gift viper.

Alas.

Winter. Lost. Alone long. A soft shiver down her spine. The cold, the closeness. It was easy to be the picture of pathetic when you had been born that way.