Lost Creek Hollow eyes like frozen planets

tossing her in here for that sweet sweet merc base/guardian thread hope u guys don't mind LMFAO

wren was never far from silvertongue's side for long. today she went along with her on a typical walk; she watched her lover's strength grow, learn to walk again with a new gait. her pride blossomed.
her old habit of compulsive border-marking remained. when she'd stepped away to mark a nearby tree, silvertongue had locked eyes with something — someone. and now wren noticed.
while the sharpfang approaches the newcomer in peace, wren's face contorts in territorial suspicion. her nape flares. words threaten to break loose from her lips, but she stops herself before anything can come of it when she noticed the spindly, fine-boned figure.
a wayward child.