Swiftcurrent Creek compa

silvertongue found herself annoyed with wren and what she sensed as possessiveness in her lover. some time away from the creekwolf had left the sharpfang with the distinct sense that she had said too much, given too much away. left herself vulnerable. a way of recapturing her own strength was to test. to sense, as she was doing with eshe. perhaps even to flirt. wren's kiss sent heat leaping through her skin, but the stilted tone and the confusion tension she sensed from her querida irritated silvertongue, if only because there was no way for her to address it now. she was definitively unused to someone caring about her, intrinsically and specifically her. "do not worry, it is not far, eshe." the smile had lit the amber eyes to rich honey; no wonder akavir was smitten, as silvertongue had assumed. "perhaps you will visit sometime soon." gaze now cast to wren with gleaming light, for even in her trepidation she would hide her true face. "we are a place of healers."