Swiftcurrent Creek seguir [m]

He remained restless. The cloying scents that had blanketed the pack as female after female reached their season was beginning to fade—a reprieve, perhaps. 

But Mae had been sullen the past while. The fierce stubbornness she had held before had dwindled to fatigue and she remained withdrawn from him—avoiding him. 

At night, he lie awake, watching her as she slept. The rise and fall of her chest reassured him—but in the break of daylight each day, she would wake, and rather the spitfire girl emerge from the den, instead he was met with a girl who remained listless… lethargic. 

He stalked the borders this one day. The glinting sun cast itself upon Silvertongue, and he felt a surge of something—he could not place it. He began to near her, gaze intent, studying her with a partial smile that did not truly meet his eyes.