Swiftcurrent Creek wild women don't get the blues

for @Marcus but not opposed to a surprise interception! set at the outskirts/border of scc territory

The days roll on and before long, dates become meaningless as the cicadasong blends afternoon and evening. Mid-July boiling; the only relief coming from dips in the rushing waters and a lonely den at midnight.
Tasks; menial, grey. So many thoughts swirl around in the gamma's mind, and above all, they circle back to Silvertongue more often than not. The attachment grows, the sweetness ever more succulent. A constant plague of longing, of worry. Akavir, too; concern, for him and the daughter he has yet to find, and a desire for closeness that she might never have with him.
Today, she marks the edges of the territory as a distraction. In pursuit of guardianship, her back arches as she brushes her scent along tree bark. Tallgrass is rolled in, blades spat from her mouth with a puff of air. The mid-afternoon sun hangs over her head like a curse as she sits with her back pressed against a trunk. And here, as she gazes out in the direction of the meadow, she wonders who else is out there. What their presumably comparably simple lives must look like.