Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

a frustrating mixture of anger and surprise led silvertongue out from their now-established camp. idly she picked along the streambank, letting a frog escape as she had no heart to hunt it. why had wren hidden akavir from her? better yet, how had each of them come to a place where this man was veiled from the other wife? it was a strange and harsh irony, a bittersweet reminder that perhaps all along she could have kept her connection with akavir. but when she looked up it was to see another figure, as opposite the creek man as could be. the pale wolf elicited a pang of familiarity, deeply so.