Swiftcurrent Creek nightshade

his voice snared muskrat, and she let her smile disappear into the darkness before she turned. "i want to kill, you dead, tuta runa." the citrine eyes flashed for a moment.

"you avoid me. a man sleeps, he does not lie. so i come early to wake you." ranked as lowly as she was, muskrat had become brightly aware she was no slave, that he considered her one of his own. this idea of pack was one to which she was still becoming accustomed.

a new grin glittered for a hanging moment. "i come to offer you swamp panther blessing for your war walk, night man. but now, i want you say. you keep away from me. why?" in what ways did warriors deepen their bonds? but she was not a warrior here, and it had been dangerous for her to come.