Fox's Glade jalada

a frown; "there is nothing temporary about you, arric," and then she allowed herself to be wound into the warm strength of his arms, against the beating heart which so loved the creek. any other time she might have pressed against him, teased arric into more; but now silvertongue found her face tucked against his dark fur, where small soft cries announced her utter fatigue with having forced herself to be so very strong for so very long. shame, then; she cared greatly for akavir and arric but had she not used them to assuage the pain of knowing she would never have crowfeather's love? and wren; wren, a far safer oasis than men who wanted wives and children; wren, who had been the only one able to mend mind with body; and a second choice as well to the dark prince! so unfair! and silvertongue at the center of it all.