Swiftcurrent Creek frog

muskrat was amused, a small curl to her lip announcing this in a brief glimpse. but in the next she had moved to cut reedgrass from the creekside, wrapping a bundle of two fish and another of one.

she grabbed the first and indicated she would go where akavir led, interested still at his self control and why he should exercise it for a slave, an enemy at that.

but muskrat said no more. later she would replay this in her mind, his expression, his pause, the tone of his voice, and find herself amused over again.