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

beneath wren's praise, she stretched catlike across the willowy limbs, pulling the creekwolf to her with low purling noise that vibrated in her throat. "now say it of yourself, wren," the sharpfang all but ordered, a glittering smile holding the desire just shared; she felt some glacial place of her heart begin a soft thaw, to see wren laughing, to know she had been the source of such joy. and in this, silvertongue knew her purpose. "will i see you again?" and there is true desire there, interest; she had come close to loving arric and akavir; in her own way, she certainly did. but this is different, and the affection of their same bodies reminded her in some small way of crowfeather.