Swiftcurrent Creek compa

The cat was out of the bag, somewhat — Akavir now knew of what had been blossoming between the two women, creek and river. Thus, Wren felt no need to shy away from it when it came to Eshe. A kiss is pressed to her lover's cheekbone while the resident epsilon blunders and asks about Riverclan — where it is, how far.
Sure, go ahead. Play dumb, pick-me, see where that gets you!
The fur that runs along her nape bristles proudly; a lovelorn glance to the riverwoman before her attention is turned back to Eshe. She'd steal her away later.
Riverclan are our allies to the north, a polite nod is given to her packmate. it's wicked pretty up there. as was their leader.