Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

sharpbladed shoulders were turned toward akavir when he stepped up the trapdoor bones of her path.

"tuta runa." muskrat did not shift; she continued her smooth fileting of the fish and set it aside, muscles playing along her back in the half light. "arlette is well?" she had not dared to go near the densite; she was omega despite the kindness of the plantwolf and mountainman.

motherhood had never been a wish belonging to muskrat. she wanted to know that the other had come through it all the same.