Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

there was resistance in her, if only because akavir did not know what she had done and the things she had accomplished far from his creek. and perhaps this far from the swamp, these things no longer mattered.

no. they always would, muskrat decided, fighting the urge to touch the scar on her face again. opting instead for a quick nod, she lifted a paw toward the gleaming fish half wrapped in large wet leaves. "hungry, tuta runa?"

it was already his to take and to have, but muskrat enjoyed the sensation of offering meat here in her own tiny hovel. and she liked more the concept of this war walk, hoping to properly hunt this man. "i go to arric if fighting starts."