Lost Creek Hollow the silhouette of you dancing

silvertongue did not know what she wanted from each moment to the next. the crushing horror of the birth had not left her; nor the memory of crowfeather tensing away from her touch. she had brought life and it seemed more suited that the children be raised by their fathers. and yet. she did not know. a tear misted into nothingness along a single cheek; she closed her eyes and nuzzled the downy, round belly.