Lost Creek Hollow we'll be counting stars

humiliated, she had stayed away from akavir, noting him in passing, letting all her hours be milk-sodden and dissociative. but when she was not with one insistent set of cubs or another, she was preening beside the river, weeping over the state of her body and dreading that it would never belong to her again. it was after one such time, damp with riverwet, that silvertongue returned to the dens to find akavir in a way she could not ignore. ash paw was with her children, and crowfeather entertained his own. she was alone for now, and so at last she came to join him, sitting down not so close and wrapping her tail tightly around her paws.