Lost Creek Hollow una tortura perderte

CUZ ITS A BANGER

akavir. he had always been welcome in a thousand ways to silvertongue, save the one aspect of herself which would always be held for crowfeather. the last time she had been to the creek, a little gathering had waylaid her, and she had not returned since. but akavir — he had stirred so much silt from the river of her heart and allowed her a clearer affection. it was in this way she greeted him, tail waved in the air, a purling answer on her lips, letting the creek man fill her eyes. "it is always good to see you."