Lost Creek Hollow permiso

"it is almost time for me, querida," silvertongue murmured of her body and its dawning heat. of course, if anyone could tell, it would be @Wren. "i think ash star went off to seek a man," the sharpfang grinned with pride in the woman for finding her own way. and then she sobered; she looked seriously at her lover and covered the pretty paw with her own as birdsong filled the shadows of riverclan; "are children something you want?" truly — she had no intention of becoming pregnant again. it had been far too much ferocity for her, too much torment. she and crowfeather could be no more and akavir was married. she considered alaric as she waited for wren to answer, turning his handsome, grinning face over in her mind.