Swiftcurrent Creek compa

Last post from me!

"I'll visit soon," Eshe promised; it'd be nice to meet some more healers.

With a knowing smile in regards to the multi-pack event, she said: "Akavir told me about it! I began to ferment some fruit for the occasion. I figured making some libations to enjoy our meal would be nice." Her cheeks flushed unexpectedly as she recalled the night she and Akavir had discussed it—and the ensuing fun they had. The daydream was brief, as the tension in the air seemed to be at its breaking point.

Wren's eyes looked watery, which concerned Eshe, but she wasn't sure what was happening, or if anything she said would help. "Sorry to cut our conversation short, but I'm going to head out," she said; it was apparent that they needed some privacy to talk among themselves. "It was lovely to meet you, Silvertongue. I'll call for you when I visit." As she left, she walked past Wren and bumped her snout to her packmate's shoulder, as if to say: let me know if you need anything before she vanished into the woods.