Swiftcurrent Creek compa

Well.
She supposed that made sense, now that she thought of it; there had been no official anything, no real courtship as of yet between them. Nothing that said she had to stop. And then, of course, there was the matter of Crowfeather.
And she understood, truly, she did. She needed to find her footing after the last time they'd spoken. It wasn't about her at the end of the day, she didn't think, not really.
But that did not numb the twisting dull knife deep within Wren's gut.
Oh, how the bitter side of her wanted her to scream; wanted to tell her to well and truly leave her the fuck alone, to sock Akavir in the jaw for reasons she didn't even know. She wanted to grab what little possessions she had and close the proverbial door on this entire goddamn valley so long as it would save her of this, this embarrassment, this disgusting feeling that nothing, nothing she ever does will be enough for anyone and that she is merely a supplement at best—
Okay, and her smile fades, her lips stretched into a thin line. Her shoulders, tense; hard, muscles clenched. Her eyes surely betray the stoicism she tries with all her might to force onto her expression. I, um. I get it.