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

but there were no men here. silvertongue pressed her tongue to the hot thrum of blood just beneath the hot surface of wren's skin. here she let out her breath in a wavering sigh; the next she tangled their limbs together and slowly insinuated herself below the creekwolf with little rotations of her hips; "now," the sharpfang whispered, eyes darkened with pleasure, true delight, as she gazed up toward her lover, "show me." a dare, a dance; tw women linking arms and mouths in defiant love.