Lost Creek Hollow when we last spoke i was a dog with a broken leg

ash star's displeasure cut like a spear through the small gathering. silvertongue looked quickly to wren, reading which emotions lay in the jut of her wife's tensed shoulders. ksura did not speak, and so the sharpfang's eyes moved to ash star. "i would like you to stay with us, amiga," she said meekly. "and i can help to carry your children, if you would like." a breath; she straightened. "this is an immediate reason for us to go. but the valley is also crowded. we have a chance to start over in a land where we do not have to watch herds disappear." it was inevitable and each wolf knew it. offering a smile of encouragement and guidance, silvertongue touched wren's side gently and held her mate's eyes for a moment. crowfeather moved; was gone amid the shadows, and she drew a shivering breath, for after akavir she must still face the prince of her own eternal shadows.