Swiftcurrent Creek la neta

silvertongue touched his paw. "that is all right. we will hunt for her also." she meant for akavir not to overload himself, not to stress himself. "they will be safe. crowfeather i am sure will not be far." he wanted children, after all, a reminder that speared her gut even as she smiled prettily up toward the swiftcurrent man. "i will go and tell them, si? we will wait for your arrival." on impulse she went to offer a brush of encouraging kiss to his cheek, arched on tiptoe.