Swiftcurrent Creek [m] half a mind that keeps the other second guessing

kasmut, satsu; each unlocking a sort of craving in silvertongue she had banked down for such a length of time she was surprised to sense it rearing in gusting want; yielding with a soft humour into the creekwolf, tilting head to expose the line of her throat, teeth preening where she could, slender forelimb lifted to encircle the proud curve of wren's shoulder — "i looked at you because you are beautiful." because you are beautiful and i am envious. "men are fools; do not fault them for it;" a velveteen laugh, and then there would be no more speech; silvertongue in surrender but not scintillation, guiding only until it became a truth that wren comprehended more than she needed to teach, and this time the silverfang was a queen of her own, enthroned in questing touch and something more familiar than men could give.