Swiftcurrent Creek My Weakness Is

Eshe resisted acting on her impulsive thought—she had to allow herself believe that she did make Akavir happy. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and grinned. ”Seems fair.”

Now, with that distraction out of the way, they could focus on the bedding.

”Do you want to stick with the grass or mix it up? I can get some moss or fur to make it softer, if you stick with the usual.”