Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

"y una sorpresa," silvertongue offered smoothly in return, caught off-guard but unwilling to soften for a relatable show of surprise. who was this new bird in the creek of the men she enjoyed? but there was no replacement of silvertongue, who had grown accustomed to their favour. yet she considered her displacement all the same, embodied in the willowy limbs of the taller loba. "i am silvertongue," the sharpfang purred. "i accept your gift. how are you enjoying the creek?" and how close had wren gotten to its handsome leaders?