Lost Creek Hollow galleta

"crowfeather is not my man." but how must it look to this boy, silvertongue covered well in the scent of her fellow star and brimming with fire. "but he is my only love." something caught in her throat; she motioned for shardik to take out of the cache, to eat. "i am sure crowfeather will help him," she said in a tight voice, dismissing germanicus. "and how could you have known, shardik?" silvertongue let out an exasperated breath, deciding them to ignore the presence of the roman in the hollow. "how long have you been away from the creek?"