Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

his arrow struck. muskrat's smile hardened, though it did not fall. "we both lonely, akavir. but i know who i am." cloud singer did not define her, not in life, not in death. she had been a warrior before him and was one now. her bed had never been as empty as it was now.

but she had loved only him, and the horrible scars upon the surface of her heart ached in such ways that she knew her mind must focus elsewhere.

muskrat rose in a smooth motion. "you not know. if you did, no such words." her voice did not carry any anger for what he had said. "i sleep now, be ready for night watch. more fish to eat if hungry." akavir was welcome to muse as long as he wished at the clearing before the bone path, while muskrat turned for the earthen underground and her pile of hides, pausing once to pass a paw over the deerskull.