Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

hmmmm how can i make the events of ratero MORE heartbreaking

It's been a while, Wren admits shyly, a flick of an ash-tipped ear given in her little lover's direction. I'm a pretty shitty bird hunter, I gotta say. Maybe you'll have to show me a thing or two.
The lowlight dances across the pointed features of Silvertongue and even with the tired redness to her eyes, Wren finds that she is as enthralling as ever. A weakness, a horrifying weakness; but she has become more and more okay with it. Her lips, for ever a fleeting time, find the sharpfang's starlit temple in a lapse of speed along their path. A quiet assurance; I am me, you are you, and we are here. Are you, um, are you cold?