Swiftcurrent Creek nightshade

fighting? fighting? was that why akavir believed she had come? the yellowbright eyes might have been surprised were she not wholly disappointed.

deciding not to explain what sort of blessing she had brought, muskrat stared at him. he spoke as if she were a fool who needed such things explained again.

the warrior tilted her head. "thank you, ah-ka-veer. for saying i should not hurt my body more." sarcasm? she felt the bite of humiliation, and so did not scramble from the den, but moved smoothly as if she had been ordered by the flick of his ear. "then i not fight. i fish. i heal. then i go? or stay longer, hunt?"

muskrat did not intend to stay at his den this hour unless he ordered, and she knew by now he would not.