Swiftcurrent Creek Doesn't matter if you don't wanna play my game

To Swiftcurrent Creek she fled, unaware if anyone followed but running as if @Qiao still pursued her. Mae was breathing hard around @Cygnet's pale fur. She felt as if she might be sick. But the baby was safe. Safe, and hers.

She stumbled across the border on weak legs, and set the baby down very gently, afraid now that she was hurt. Mae licked her a few times, grimacing at the tastes of birth and swamp that still lingered. She started to cry.

Wren. Wren and Eshe and Moss and that man. She had to —

She called for @Arric.