The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

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but they had not run. filled with the desperate joy of seeing one another, muskrat and cloud singer had taken up the dance of their loving joy, falling asleep among the moss, entwined and happy.

only two in the world entire knew where muskrat kept her favorite place.

imagine then her shock and his horror when they had woken to gorseberry and her own warriors, fighters beside whom muskrat had even raided herself! 

cloud singer, gorseberry declared, was an invader. he was not here with the other healers; he spied in secret and evaded their patrols. he was not swamp panther, she added, but hollow stone, a spy for a tribe who had killed its share of their people in years past.

muskrat had shouted in rage and fear and defiance that such old stories mattered nothing, that he was no spy but a lover, that he had always respected their clan. and that she would leave now, leave the swamp panthers and the warrior society, and return to the hollow stone with cloud singer.

she had almost begged.

in torment, muskrat stalked along a game-trail hung with willow and bit back the angry tears as her body sent its scent into a spiral.