Lost Creek Hollow That I Care Too Much

surely there was more than that? silvertongue had not known eshe well, or at all, but the abruptness of this pointed to deeper things than she knew. and perhaps even arric, though she would be very shocked to hear that akavir had not confided far more in the stalwart man before her. "heat is not known to make you think rationally. you have one week to decide everything you want, to accept the changes of motherhood, to choose in a new way the mate you want for this," she went on, circling without thought around arric, "and the entire while, your body is weeping for a man." she clicked her tongue, exhaled in sorrow. "i feel for akavir. most women will not let that week pass if children is something they desire. better to rear them alone or in another pack than wait more time." but arric knew this, so why did it feel as though her tongue was becoming barbed once more? and toward a man who had indeed lost everything.