Lost Creek Hollow sorcerer

there were many things on wren's mind as of late.
ash star made her hatred clear, and she felt more at odds with the riverpeople than she ever had before. she spent her days alone when she was not with silvertongue; long gloomy nights spent hunting and scavenging, dreary cold afternoons spent enforcing borders. it was all she knew to do, the soulless routine, and in some way it felt good to have it again.
when shadowpaw came to find her, she had been clearing away paths in the fresh snow near the falls. she and silvertongue had shared their first moment of longing here. it brought a chill to her spine to think of how much had happened since then.
oh, hey, kiddo, the warrior's lips cut into a tentative smile when she spots the sinewy figure. shadowpaw, too, was unsure of her — and wren sought to slowly remedy this, even if she sometimes felt a cold, selfish jealousy course her veins when she looked at the girl's face.