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

And in Silvertongue's confession, Wren sees her for who she is. Frightened and lonesome, vying for something she will never get and grasping at whatever shambles remain. In her, Wren sees herself. 
He sounds like a real asshole, as harsh as her language is, it is softened and buttery. you deserve better than that, cucciola. And it's then that she thinks of Marcus, the sweet troubled firewolf, and how she may never love him how he wanted her to. How he may never love her the way she craved, either.
She lets herself ponder what it might be like to give herself to Silvertongue. To live between the river and the creek, to be unapologetic, for neither woman to question again whether or not she is beautiful. 
And maybe it was wrong of her to pry, but gingerly, she asks; It's that uhm, that guy Crowfeather, isn't it? You said you and him founded Riverclan together, right?