Lost Creek Hollow the silhouette of you dancing

shadowpup was with her today. the hours had been thick with springtime rain. crowfeather and the boy child lay curled in a corner of the den. silvertongue no longer resisted the nursing of any child; now having cycled those of ash paw and akavir between her own, she knew to bring the girl closer, tucking the pup into the curve of her body. the sharpfang shut her eyes.