Lost Creek Hollow we'll be counting stars

her lips trembled, and she plucked at the earth as she sought equilibrium. and an answer. "i am with my pack, in my home. crowfeather is happy. the children born here, and nourished here, they will be also. i will be content." even if she was not happy. silvertongue swallowed and straightened. "i need to get back to them, akavir." and for a moment she looked at the mayfair man, and then she turned in the air of a woman pulling a ragged shawl across her shoulders, melting back to nurse the cubs she had borne.