Lost Creek Hollow agua oro

She had not eaten. She had not slept.

The sun chased the tail of the moon and she found herself absolutely devastated to think she would never teach this to a child.

She lay against the cool earth of her den, and tried not to weep.

A gentle note of scent from the outside. Silvertongue, she guessed. Her heart wasn’t in it, really, but she turned her head to the den mouth and waited to see the silver spun woman appear in her line of sight.