Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

muskrat remained for the same reason akavir did, she believed: this was all either of them had.

sensitive to his chill, she watched him go before she at last ducked beneath the pelts and sank into her pelts with a warm grunt.

he passed from her mind, and she returned to the bed of warm moss in that far place, turning in her dreams to see cloud singer there.

his beauty took her breath; his perfect mouth spoke.

then why are you still here?

muskrat came awake in a cold heat and did not return to sleep.