Swiftcurrent Creek compa

>D!!!! <3 lmk if the scent assumption isnt good!

the voice was unfamiliar; silvertongue might have found it to be wren's shadow falling across her were it not for that tone. she turned and looked up into the honeygold eyes of yet another beautiful creek woman, echoing shades of dove-grey and snowfur, looked at the bands of dark sterling accenting that curious gaze and her heart fell to find akavir there upon her pelt, notably so. but why not? wren, pulled into her mind; silvertongue let her lips beautify with a pretty little smile and swing of her argent tail. "hola. the water drew me. swiftcurrent is beautiful in all seasons." beautiful, softly emphasized.