Swiftcurrent Creek copper

muskrat had almost dozed off when footsteps brought her eyes open into lemony slits once more. and then they widened, for the woman standing in front of muskrat looked even more the part of a warrior than ah-kah-veer. traced in a patchwork of long-healed scars, the red eyes captured muskrat's own reverent stare.

she noted then that the plantwolf was pregnant, and thought to herself that it was good to see warrior-women seeking daughters to which their lineage might be passed.

"yes. i call. ah-ka-veer tell find arlette." she shifted to show her limb, though not the bite-marks on her nape where the night man had seized her. those scars were for muskrat to wear with her own pride.