Swiftcurrent Creek frog

his eyes were upon her, the awqalli knew, and not in the manner of one appraising an enemy. she knew the look; she had answered it before. the society of warriors among the swamp panther clans were often gone for a moon or longer on their raids. you learned to take all confidence, all strength, and all pleasure from those around you, appreciative of each moment together. not everyone returned from their battles.

muskrat waited for the night man to look up, meeting his the scrutiny of his golden eyes with calm acceptance, even encouragement spiced by more than a little interest. being a slave in a creek camp had turned out to be little more than cool treatment. she did not fear him, and the lack of fear fed intrigue of how else he might surprise her.