Lost Creek Hollow once i took your medication to know what it's like

Regained health came slowly. Food, drink, medicine; the warmth of a lover on nights she could snake into the flowerpetal embrace without others noticing. Each morning, Wren woke with a choking fear that it had all been a dream, and each morning she soothed with the ebbing realization that @Silvertongue was still here. Still alive.
You never truly realize how much an event has frightened you until after the fact.
She kept to herself and to Silver and to Ash Paw, much too afraid to face the teenaged girl with Crowfeather's pelt and Silver's face. From time to time she wondered if children, again, were something she sought this impending year; and if Wren could bring herself to become mother when she had fought so hard to avoid it a few seasons ago.
She lays, now, splayed with belly exposed by the side of the perhaps dozing sharpfang.